milk bath and milking action

I used to find it unusual, cleaning myself in milk - it sounded like an old, legendary and sacred thing to do, not the everyday modern kind of thing. But it never felt so good to be clean, I was lost in the silence and sensuality of the ritual. So I filled the bright white hot tub with my involved milky bath and slipped in my body, inhaling the strong cream scent. It felt like comforting embrace and as I laid down, I closed my eyes, imagining my lover's hands massaging my body, milking me with their gentle caress. I felt utterly relaxed and light, little bubbles floating up to the surface tempting me closer with every wave. I let my head fall back, surrendering to the pleasure while my mind soared into the clouds. It was divine and I never wanted it to end.