The milk of human kindness
posted by sooyup
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There is a programme on television this week about breast milk. Not the usual propaganda film insisting that breast is best - as if there were any dispute - but one about women who share their breast milk in one way or another. When she was feeding Eva all those years ago, Emma’s breasts became fuller and rounder, and I loved to watch her breast-feeding. One day, when the baby had had her fill, and quite out of the blue, Emma offered me a drink. Although I had spent many a delightful hour sucking at her nipples before Eva was born (and since), I declined. My excuse is that I have always disliked milk, except on breakfast cereals. And then it has to be straight from the fridge. Or perhaps as a banana milk-shake. I could never abide warm milk. In retrospect, of course, I regret it. I’m sure it would have been quite sexy. I wonder how many other men have had the offer and accepted it. Or is that a taboo subject?
There is a programme on television this week about breast milk. Not the usual propaganda film insisting that breast is best - as if there were any dispute - but one about women who share their breast milk in one way or another. When she was feeding Eva all those years ago, Emma’s breasts became fuller and rounder, and I loved to watch her breast-feeding. One day, when the baby had had her fill, and quite out of the blue, Emma offered me a drink. Although I had spent many a delightful hour sucking at her nipples before Eva was born (and since), I declined. My excuse is that I have always disliked milk, except on breakfast cereals. And then it has to be straight from the fridge. Or perhaps as a banana milk-shake. I could never abide warm milk. In retrospect, of course, I regret it. I’m sure it would have been quite sexy. I wonder how many other men have had the offer and accepted it. Or is that a taboo subject?
