The dream that I will strive for until the day I die.
I grew up in London and have spent my whole life here, I've had addictions, been arrested for violent crime, done every drug under the sun, but it wasn't until I went travelling and stayed on some communes that I truly realised; I had been doing it all wrong.
The purpose of life.
An ayahuasca trip in the middle of the Amazon rainforest helped me realise this:
- Every person deserves a home
- All rules are made up by scared people trying to control others
A suddenly my life's purpose came into fruition. I'm to buy a piece of land somewhere in the UK, and raise as many children there as possible. Since the day I came back I've have been woking 14 hours a day to raise the money for my land. My salary has tripled in the last year, and I'm about to launch my first business.
To make this dream a reality, the right women are everything. For the amount of children I intend to raise, four women would be just perfect. Sharing childcare and looking after each other while pregnant, it will be a dream.
Away from the prying eyes of society, life on this land will be completely different. Four beautiful young women, perpetually pregnant, perpetually lactating. I will turn the act of pumping into a ritual; a gong will ring, and my women will swan into the milking room slipping their dresses down before they kneel on the floor, while I face away lighting a candle. The women will begin to set up their pumps. But for each session, there'll be one woman who won't need a pump. She doesn't know who she is yet. Each session I'll be choosing the one who deserves it the most, I will have been watching to see who cared most for the children, who picked up the most after the others, who cooked with love. The woman that I choose for that session won't need to pump, while the other three are busy setting up, shell find my eyes locked on hers, and that will be her signal to stop what she's doing and place her hands behind her back, and close her eyes... Until she feels my warm lips against hers, a kiss of gratitude for her hard work. My loving kisses continue down her neck, turning ever more wet and caressing as I near her breasts. Finally with a gentle sigh from us both my mouth will latch firmly over her nipple and begin to suck her deep and slow... while the other three watch on in thinly veiled envy.
The pumping sessions will happen every night among regular feedings for the children. They're in place for two reasons:
- To help each woman nurture an over supply of milk.
- To stockpile milk for the younger ones for the weekend ritual.
The weekend ritual will be different.
Saturday - pumping, breastfeeding and any form of expression is banned.
The children will be fed the stockpiled milk from the week.
The women are to go about their chores as normal ignoring the discomfort of their overfull breasts.
Touching and kissing of any kind is prohibited between the women, they must endure without support.
That night, all women will sleep in the same bed as me but with the least amount of touching possible.
Sunday - Gods day of rest.
By the time the women awaken, the pain from their engorged breasts will be too much to bare.
They are only allowed to relieve themselves by a single method. To be sucked by me. If I'm asleep, they're allowed to awaken me, but the only way they're allowed to do, is by gently and silently rubbing their bare breast against my lips until they begin to leak, if I taste milk, I will rise and take care of the first breast my mouth finds.
However. they are only allowed to wake me after the crack of dawn. It will be common for all four women to be kneeling by my face just before sunrise, all trying to position their nipple as close my mouth as possible without touching it.
Their breasts pressed against each others, they'll silently and desperately jostle for position, keeping their movements gentle and restrained as to not wake me, even though their nipples are crying for attention. As soon as the sun peaks over the horizon, with happy tears in their eyes, they delicately push their nipples together and attempt to stroke them against my lips. When I awake, before sucking, I'll take in the sight of my four women, rubbing their nipples against each others, with pleading looks on their faces. I'll lick all four of them at once, take a taste, then latch on to the woman who's milk tastes the sweetest that morning.
But I don't forget about the others. with my eyes closed my hands take a breast each, I begin to squeeze whoever I find, letting the warm milk flow down my arms and over their bodies. When I've had my fill from the first girl, I'll accounce "Feed". The sounds of moans, sucking and fucking will fill the house, as they all are allowed to use their mouth to relieve each other, and I lower my shorts to reveal a terrible slab of veiny meat, and take a look around at my bent over feeders and the open mouths of the women they're relieving.
The purpose of life.
An ayahuasca trip in the middle of the Amazon rainforest helped me realise this:
- Every person deserves a home
- All rules are made up by scared people trying to control others
A suddenly my life's purpose came into fruition. I'm to buy a piece of land somewhere in the UK, and raise as many children there as possible. Since the day I came back I've have been woking 14 hours a day to raise the money for my land. My salary has tripled in the last year, and I'm about to launch my first business.
To make this dream a reality, the right women are everything. For the amount of children I intend to raise, four women would be just perfect. Sharing childcare and looking after each other while pregnant, it will be a dream.
Away from the prying eyes of society, life on this land will be completely different. Four beautiful young women, perpetually pregnant, perpetually lactating. I will turn the act of pumping into a ritual; a gong will ring, and my women will swan into the milking room slipping their dresses down before they kneel on the floor, while I face away lighting a candle. The women will begin to set up their pumps. But for each session, there'll be one woman who won't need a pump. She doesn't know who she is yet. Each session I'll be choosing the one who deserves it the most, I will have been watching to see who cared most for the children, who picked up the most after the others, who cooked with love. The woman that I choose for that session won't need to pump, while the other three are busy setting up, shell find my eyes locked on hers, and that will be her signal to stop what she's doing and place her hands behind her back, and close her eyes... Until she feels my warm lips against hers, a kiss of gratitude for her hard work. My loving kisses continue down her neck, turning ever more wet and caressing as I near her breasts. Finally with a gentle sigh from us both my mouth will latch firmly over her nipple and begin to suck her deep and slow... while the other three watch on in thinly veiled envy.
The pumping sessions will happen every night among regular feedings for the children. They're in place for two reasons:
- To help each woman nurture an over supply of milk.
- To stockpile milk for the younger ones for the weekend ritual.
The weekend ritual will be different.
Saturday - pumping, breastfeeding and any form of expression is banned.
The children will be fed the stockpiled milk from the week.
The women are to go about their chores as normal ignoring the discomfort of their overfull breasts.
Touching and kissing of any kind is prohibited between the women, they must endure without support.
That night, all women will sleep in the same bed as me but with the least amount of touching possible.
Sunday - Gods day of rest.
By the time the women awaken, the pain from their engorged breasts will be too much to bare.
They are only allowed to relieve themselves by a single method. To be sucked by me. If I'm asleep, they're allowed to awaken me, but the only way they're allowed to do, is by gently and silently rubbing their bare breast against my lips until they begin to leak, if I taste milk, I will rise and take care of the first breast my mouth finds.
However. they are only allowed to wake me after the crack of dawn. It will be common for all four women to be kneeling by my face just before sunrise, all trying to position their nipple as close my mouth as possible without touching it.
Their breasts pressed against each others, they'll silently and desperately jostle for position, keeping their movements gentle and restrained as to not wake me, even though their nipples are crying for attention. As soon as the sun peaks over the horizon, with happy tears in their eyes, they delicately push their nipples together and attempt to stroke them against my lips. When I awake, before sucking, I'll take in the sight of my four women, rubbing their nipples against each others, with pleading looks on their faces. I'll lick all four of them at once, take a taste, then latch on to the woman who's milk tastes the sweetest that morning.
But I don't forget about the others. with my eyes closed my hands take a breast each, I begin to squeeze whoever I find, letting the warm milk flow down my arms and over their bodies. When I've had my fill from the first girl, I'll accounce "Feed". The sounds of moans, sucking and fucking will fill the house, as they all are allowed to use their mouth to relieve each other, and I lower my shorts to reveal a terrible slab of veiny meat, and take a look around at my bent over feeders and the open mouths of the women they're relieving.
