A Guide To Titty Worship
Worship, to me, means to revere something so much you’d almost not dare touch it. So, if you are given consent to touch, you should do so with such care and appreciation that the receiver can feel your gratitude radiating through your fingers, your lips, your tongue.
Worship begins before we land in bed. Pick me up and carry me like a queen, like a bride, like your fresh kill. Carefully lay me down, letting all my limbs settle. Eye contact. Tell me what you’re planning, telepathically.
Then undress me. Slowly. Like I might bite or break.
You stay fully clothed, for now.
Kneeling between my open legs, unbutton my shirt, bit by bit, touching only the cloth and not what’s beneath it. Slide my pants off, watching my skin prick up feeling the cool air.
Leave my panties, enticing as they are, untouched. Instead, make your way back up to my bra. Keeping your eyes locked with mine, bring your fingers to trace the edge that kisses my breast, waves of eyelash lace.
Draw your fingers around the fullness of my silhouette, just above where the wire holds me. With feather-like softness, line the skin below the band before reaching behind to prop me up and whoosh, unclasp my bra. (This doesn’t always go smoothly, and I won’t judge you for it.)
Leave my bra resting on top of me and inch by inch, strip me of the straps like you’re untying me. At last, lightly pull the cups down to reveal my breasts, but don’t touch—don’t even look—keep your eyes with mine like a constant asking of permission, like I haven’t granted you the privilege of looking yet.
Tits out, I will feel exposed and want hands, yours or mine, to cover me.
If there’s any motion on my part to hide, make note to worship that area extra. If I’m using my hands too much—touching you, touching myself, consider restraining me.
Bring your hands to my face and run your fingertips over my cheeks, down to my jaw. Memorize the outline of my lips with your fingers. Dip into my mouth ever-so-slightly, just enough to feel a hint of wetness, then brush it quickly onto my nipple.
Now you may look.
But don’t look just at my tits. Look me up and down like you’re hungry for me, and when your eyes arrive back at mine, tell me how fucking beautiful I am.
From here, let’s pick up the speed a bit.
Reach under me to hold my ass in your hands.
Lift my hips while keeping eye contact with me and pull me closer to you, so I can rub up against something.
Bend down to kiss my scars, kiss my freckles, kiss anything that asks to be kissed. Anoint each mark with your lips.
Worship me with your mouth, wet and open.
Avoid my nipples at first!
Kiss my chest, down the center of me to my belly button, then back up to kiss the underside of my breasts. Let your tongue out to taste me, and run it along the full side of me, circling toward my nipple. Think of it like a clit and tease accordingly, with licks everywhere but there until you feel me begging you by pressing into you—then give it a wide, full lick.
If my nipples are soft, lick with firm flicks up my areolas, all around, until my nipples come to points. Then, suck them. Lightly at first, and then give me a little teeth. But don’t stay too long there—move to every curve of my breast and give it the same treatment.
Ask me if I want you to leave marks.
I do.
Mark me from the tip of my panties to where my ribs meet. Then lick my breasts deeply and cup, caress, kiss. If we need more slip, and why not, add in an edible lube or massage butter. Warm it up in your hands and then rub it all over my breasts, letting your hands glide over me.
Stay with this motion for a while, occasionally dipping away to worship other areas of my body.
Check in and ask if I want more sensation.
I do.
Locate the nipple clamps.
Lick each nipple like your life depends on it until finally attaching each clamp. Then instruct me to stand and parade to show off your work and allow you to worship with your eyes. Ask me to walk the runway, to spin slowly around. To hold my own breasts, licking my fingers and teasing my own nipples.
During my show, I want to see what I’ve done to you.
Strip.
Show me how hard I’ve made you, how I’ve made you drip, and ask me to touch myself while you do the same. Survey the marks you’ve left on me, and then tell me to turn around and bend over so you can see the wetness blooming on my panties.
Ask me if you can taste it.
If I say yes, approach from all fours, from behind.
Slowly, so slowly, remove my panties and let them fall to the floor. I’ll step out of them and resume my position.
Taste me fully, from end to end.
Moan at the taste. Keep going until I am begging you to fuck me. Keep going still.
When I demand you give in, situate us so that you can still worship my tits. I’m on top or you’re behind me in the mirror. Go slow, and keep your hands on them, eyes on them, too.
Go faster and watch them bounce. Let your jaw drop in awe. Make eye contact with me that says—your body is so amazing. Make me cum.
And yes, when you’re ready, you may cum on my tits. Or with my tits.
You have earned this. And it gives me pleasure to allow you this pleasure.
WRITING PROMPT: Do you think enough time is spent on breasts as an erogenous zone during hook ups? A consideration for both giver and receiver. How would you like to be touched—tits, nipples, etc. What would titty worship look like for you?