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Preamble:

Below is an account of my recent (December 2025) connection with Sweet Milk. Before publishing it here, I gave her a preread and she consented to releasing it here.

Terminology:

Normal words don’t capture the special nature of celebrating your breasts. Over millennia some cultures (tantra in ancient India; taoist sexuality from ancient China) have created language that captures it with the nuance it’s due, instead of using clinical or sometimes borderline crudity that is common today. As a shakta I prefer using those languages to help you realize how special you are. While I’m not an expert, I’m on a journey to learn. Below is my effort to describe a recent connection in that context.

Stana – Breast
Stanya – Breast milk
Shakti – Female divine energy, personified as a deity/goddess
Shakta – A follower who worships Shakti
Shanti – Peace/tranquility

Patience:

I reached out to Sweet Milk a year ago. I was pleasantly surprised when she pinged me 2 weeks ago. We live in a crazy busy world where it takes time for the stars to align. It’s worth it to be patient.

A Greeting:

Within a few messages, we met for brunch at a local eatery. It’s important when establishing a new connection, to meet in public for the first time – there’s no substitute for the no-pressure meet-and-greet with small talk for both of us. Done right, we can establish long lasting friendships that may or may/not involve a tantric experience. Luxuriate in that first impression, and then absorb the richness of everything underneath if the opportunity presents itself.

My first impression of SweetMilk was “she’s the embodiment of the divine mother.” An amazing smile; a gentle soul; a goddess nurturer for whoever is lucky to receive her stana.

Nesting:

Our first time is special – it will set the tone of this and future sessions together. I like to arrange for a convenient room, with enough amenities for us, that’s available for as much time as we want. Initially, I feel it’s important to find a space where neither of us is distracted by our normal day-to-day space. It allows us to be present in the moment and heightens the senses when delving into shakti through her wonderful stana.

A Beginning:

As a shakta, my joy is giving my goddess the best experience she craves. When a goddess meets a stranger it’s safe to assume that those natural defense instincts of anxiety, worry and stress create disruptions to the joyful flow of shakti. An experienced shakta is mindful of this.

We started with a brief hug, and settled onto the 2 chairs next to a small table in the cute room. A kettle gave us the opportunity to indulge in a warm, comforting beverage – tea for her, coffee for me. Over the course of an hour or so we had a wide ranging conversation. We talked about friends, family, and past experiences. While comfort builds, the intimacy of what we might do always adds an edge that requires conscious effort to dispel.

After about 1/2 hour, during a lull in conversation, I brought up the topic of vulnerability. For a goddess to offer her stana to a shakta for the first time can be nerve racking. I asked her permission to disrobe as a show of my solidarity with her vulnerability when she’s ready, while she remained clothed for as long as she needed. She agreed. Later she revealed to me that it was appreciated that I asked and made the gesture. We spent the next hour in further conversation, during which she changed to more comfortable clothing.

A Middle:

Eventually, the chair became uncomfortable and my goddess shifted to lounge on the bed to continue our conversation. In time, I too shifted to the bed and lay next to her. Later, I found that it might have been too soon. We spoke some more, and this led to us cuddling. During the course of this, she felt relaxed with me and offered me her beautiful stana. However, as someone who also pursues cuddling, I didn’t want to disrupt the rapport we’d built, and continued to embrace her until she felt relaxed enough to fall asleep. I did my best to hold still for her and allow her to rest for as long as she needed, in the comfort of my arms.

Eventually, her slumber came to an end. Nervous energies that were interfering with the flow of shakti had muted. I took it as a signal to start suckling.

Closing:

Dry suckling went on for hours. At times we locked eyes. We quietly discussed other releases that would enhance her mind and body achieving that state where shakti is flowing freely within and around us. When the energies aligned and the time came for them to manifest, I was happy to oblige as only a devoted shakta can do for his goddess. It worked.

We switched into multiple positions, of which finally the most comfortable was realized. My goddess lay on her side, propped against multiple pillows with her stana freely offered to me, her humbled and unclothed shakta, latched and feeling blessed. It offered me the opportunity to observe her benevolent motherly face with beautiful dark eyes as shakti flowed from her being to me, her humble servant, curled at times in a fetal position as we all were in the womb. It was an awe inspiring moment, suspended in time from the chaotic real world outside our bubble of shanti.

While silence mostly prevailed, when awareness surfaced and compelled her to speak we discussed the feasibility of stanya in the future – a clear sign of a mother goddess nurturer. Her stanya would be the physical manifestation of shakti – nourishment would come from multiple planes. Something precious to look forward to, indeed. Not to mention, the honor to be deemed worthy to receive from a divine goddess.

I switched from one stana to the other, and delighted in the different shapes and textures of each Stana for a few hours. Eventually I found a position where I could establish a gentle latch and gaze upon her eyes as I suckled her for an extended period. We were both in that blissful state where shakti ebbed and flowed, both of us aware and present in the moment, to the exclusion of everything else.

Eventually, the evening came to an end as unavoidable pressures outside the bubble intruded. I was grateful for the time we spent together.

tipa

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