Possibly it's because I love being touched, especially my back and breasts, but I have an interest in lactation as a fetish. I don't know if I would really want to do this. Sounds like a lot of work before there are any results. A lot of work to keep it flowing and a lot of work if you have to lactate every few hours.  That would especially make it into a chore or a duty, which isn't something I'd enjoy being stuck with on a regular basis.

Also, I don't think I could feel the same about a guy who sucked my breasts like an infant. In reality I don't see a male submissive as a child or lesser being that I need to guide through life and whatever else. I want someone who is on par with myself. He just likes to do what I tell him and get stuck in the odd cage now and then.

Could you do some kind of good deed each and every day? What is a good deed? Maybe you are already doing good deeds and not thinking of them, or really valuing the deeds you do.

I think the good deeds people do are interesting. How far outside of your comfort zone does a person need to go to accomplish a good deed? How is a good deed measured? Does a good deed only count if others know about it, do you need praise in order to feel good about doing good? Is a good deed worth more if you do it without acknowledgment or thanks of any kind?

A Good Deed a Day

One Good Deed Per Day

365 Days of Goodness

Operation Nice

Help Others

Write about a good deed you have done. Did you need to tell others about it? Did you need to be thanked? If you were not thanked did that bother you? What was the reaction to your good deed? Did you feel natural doing something good or did you feel out of place, or shy?

I wrote this several years ago and just found it again in a bunch of old files I had backed up on a disk. Originally written for when I wrote a weekly column at Adult BackWash. I'm not sure if it was ever posted there or something I was planning to work on a bit more.

"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.

He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"

"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."

"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"

"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with." …more

Kirsten is taking up the cause of the Personal Blogger. I find it hard to stick to writing about blogging, publishing or writing from the personal perspective. Somewhere along the way it dips into getting comments, traffic and readers and then you find yourself in the land of the SEO gurus who want to sell you their e-books about blogging. It is all a circle.