30th Aug, 2007

Milk Me, Baby

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“I hope you find a good man to take care of you and the children someday, honey. You deserve it.” My mother said this to me last week as we sat on the couch watching the little ones play.

“We’ll see, Mom,” I said, then turned to pick up a baby. I’d hoped she’d be distracted enough to drop the topic. I was loath to have a conversation with her about what sort of “good man” I’d been seeing or about what I did or didn’t deserve.

“What do you mean you’ll see? Don’t you want to be with someone who really loves you?”

I already am, I thought.

I only said, “Of course. But taking care of me and the children? That’s something I’d be really cautious about pursuing. The last thing I’d want to do is bring around a man who might or might not be around long-term, have the children get attached to him, and then have things end between us. I can handle that, but I wouldn’t want the kids to be in that situation.”

My mom didn’t even pause to think about it. “This is why you have to take things slowly. Don’t get carried away with some guy before he makes a commitment to you. Make him work for it. Why buy a cow when the milk is free?”

Two decades ago this exact same phrase was drilled into my head at every opportunity. I didn’t buy it then and I certainly don’t buy it today.

The cow and the milk analogy disturbs me because I can’t make sex into a guarded commodity. I don’t want to be “purchased” in exchange for sex.

The sex is its own reward. Making it anything else would cause me to be an unenthusiastic partner whose goal was something very different from orgasms and love and intimacy.

So If I am a cow, I’m a cow who adores being milked. I won’t hoard my milk. I’ll let it flow freely to whichever person I see fit. I’ll let him drink gallons of it if he’d like, ’til it’s running down his face, dripping from his chin, flowing over his chest, puddling in his lap.

Then I’ll lick the trails of my own milk from his body.

Do you think it would be wrong to tell my mother that her daughter loves to be milked almost more than she loves life itself?

Responses

well, of course it’s not going to happen, but what great line!

hugs

e

mmmmm I want to taste some of that milk.

Will there be cookies for dunking into said milk?

Of course there will be cookies.

What kind of hostess do you think I am?

:)

I think any Mother would have choked and maybe started to cry.. especially if she’s dolling out lines like that one!

My Mother often says that sort of thing about my friends who live with their boyfriends, life-partners etc. ‘How will they ever get proper retirement benefits without being married?’ I’m not kidding, she’s said that.

Damn. I was hoping this would be one of those sexy posts where you describe, in excruciating detail how one of your lovers milked your heavy breasts….

I dare you.

I crossed that line. Then I was left to my cow-like pleasures. We found other things to talk about.

rock on!

It’d be very wrong to tell your mother - she wouldn’t understand the concept one iota - but you know that already……

I didn’t realize mothers were still using that line.

Obviously you already know that she would be beyond understanding. So, just continue to enjoy going out to get “milked” and let mom stay in the barn.

I have but one thing to say…Moo free or die!

As a lactating woman myself at the moment with lactating partner all I can say is forget analogies and try the real thing because its………….WOW ! A couple of fingers on my g spot while she suckles and I really do watch the milk flow ’til it’s running down her face, dripping from his chin, flowing over her chest, puddling in her lap.

A really nice blog entry by the way.

How very agricultural of your mother.

If my mother ever called me a cow I think I’d tell her to get lost.

It’s great that you managed to escape the brainwashing she didn’t.

I think I like your arrangement. A guy who adores you just the way you are, gives great orgasm and you never have to pick his underwear up off of the floor.

I think you are quite capable of taking care of yourself and your children. Why do you need a man for that? Depending on someone else to “take care” of you only makes you weak. A man should be in your life because you want him there, not because you need him.

I’d be sooooo tempted to detail exactly how much and in what manner I enjoy being milked. If my mother is going to poke her nose into my sex life, then by god, we’re going to talk about my sex life on my terms.

I wouldn’t do that, of course. Sweet jesus no. But oh how justified would I be.

Fortunately, as far as my mother’s concerned I’m still a virgin and I probably haven’t had a period yet.

Sometimes it is best to nod agreement and remain silent

i knew my parents were forever changed when they told me my lover could sleep in my bed. no not my boyfriend lover

this from the people who told me that the only way a man was sharing my bed at their house was if we were married…

Make him work for it.

Tell your mother that you are not interested in a man who will not toil mightily in the furrows of aag.

;-)

Maybe we’ll get around to the lactation fetish one of these days. I think it’s hot. :)

Y’all don’t know how tempted I was to set my mom straight. Heh.

Kochanie,

Oh how he toils in my furrows. Oh baby.

I’m gonna have to shout that out next time.

“Plow my furrows baby. Toil. TOIL! Plow me harder! PLOW ME!!!!!!”

Hee!

To paraphrase Groucho, “Heifer partner is better than none!”

My mom and sperm-donor divorced when I was very young, and I saw lots of men in and out of her life. The biggest thing that I remember is that she would ALWAYS ask me my opinion of the man before she got really serious. The fact that she felt my opinion was important, even at 8, was extremely special to me.

I was reading “Jane Says” in mid-August, (http://janesguide.com/wpmu/janesays/2007/08/15/poly-schtuff/ ), and she was writing about her daughter. It got me thinking about parenting, and raising girls – we have two - with healthy attitudes towards sex.

The juxtaposition of her post to yours, as a father, made me jot done my own outline of what we hope to accomplish as parents to prepare our girls for this aspect of their life. It’s a work in progress:

1. Self-respect, self-worth and confidence
2. A sense of belonging
3. An understanding of the relationship between freedom and responsibility
4. How to take risks
5. Observing a functional, and loving relationship (We’re working on this all the time; the “Fairy Tale” does not exist for us.)
6. Being loving, open and accepting to family members that are openly gay; having gay friends.
7. Lots of open technical information introduced and explained by their mother and by caring female doctors. My role in this aspect is, we feel, justifiably limited.

Let’s hope that as parents we teach our children more sex positive attitudes then our parents taught us.

I try to keep my sex life from my mother at all costs… but then that is because my mother would call me a whore faster than you could say “a”

dap: might i add chelsea’s rule?
feel free to touch yourself wherever you like just make sure your hands are clean :)

badinfluencegirl:

Thanks!!

#8) feel free to touch yourself…

It’s on the list.

My problem with that question has always been “Why would I want someone who views women as possessions???”

“Plow my furrows baby. Toil. TOIL! Plow me harder! PLOW ME!!!!!!”

Hee!

Oh, you would enjoy the Sumerian myths of Inanna so much.

“My vulva, the horn,
The Boat of Heaven,
Is full of eagerness like the young moon.
My untilled land lies fallow.

As for me, Inanna,
Who will plow my vulva?
Who will plow my high field?
Who will plow my wet ground?”

and later:

“At the king’s lap stood the rising cedar.
Plants grew high by their side.
Grains grew high by their side.
Gardens flourished luxuriantly.”

http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780060908546-1

Oh, and it gets better from there.

Hahaha, my mom used to use that line on me too. It hasn’t worked on me and my sisters either.

I agree. Everyone needs milk, and cows need milking. Cows get cranky when they don’t get milked, and its not healthy for them.

And cookies for everyone!

Dap, that’s the super awesomest thing I’ve ever considered in my whole life: making a list of parenting goals. Almost makes me want to have a kid just to create a list of workable goals and how to achieve them.

Wendy–Why thank you for my new tagline!

Mabel–Kids have a way of defeating the best laid plans.

:)

omg, my mother used to use that line on me, too, and it was nearly always immediately followed with some variation on, “…and he’s just going to USE you!”

…to which grace jones’ song “use me” would start playing in the back of my head:

Mother sat down,
And you know she told me,
“If he can overcome you, all he’s gonna do is use
You”,
But my answer to all that use me stuff, oh baby.

Now I’m going to spread the new.
That if it feels this good gettin’ used
Keep on using me ’til you’ve used me up.

Use Me.
Use Me…..

Of course, the whole “milk for free” thing is based on this assumption that sex isn’t something a woman would possibly want for herself - it’s a commodity for men, to be carefully doled out. So i feel sad for your mom, living in that world. And as others have said - i’m glad you managed to evade the brainwashing attempt!

Lol, glad you liked it!

I got so excited when I went to my bloglines and saw it on the top of your page!

An aunt: Why buy the cow when the milk is free?

Me: Exactly! Why *would* I buy the cow when I can have the all the milk I want, any time I want, for free? Glad you see it my way, too.

:-)

,well, it’s some crazy biznass on here. all these sexy women talking about all this great stuff, but where the hell are they all at? rather dichotomous it is to find all this when it’s impossible to get laid anywhere. again, if women like you really exist, which they must if i’m reading about it, where can they be found? i really need to know. rock on.

We can be found everywhere.

The thing is, we don’t just want to get laid. We kinda like the friendship part too.

Oh, and we often don’t look much like what you might expect.

Rock on too, bb.

:D

“Why buy the whole pig when all you want is a little sausage?” ^_^

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