What brings you to ANR/ABF?

This site and sites like it are a way for me to find like minded people. I can say with a high degree of certainty not all women enjoy to the same level having their breasts fondled and loved on. I have known /do know some who enjoy it only as precurser to sexual intercorse and during, but otherwise have no interest.

For me it’s as some others describe, a peaceful, loving, enjoyable experience even outside the context of sex. Don’t get me wrong however, the act is and can be very arousing to me from a sexual perspective as well. SO what brought me here…again there is already inside my psyche a need..and I am looking for others who feel the same.

I think for me it probably really started quite early, I found out a few years back that I was breastfeed till I was three. I also sucked my thumb till I was 17. That is until one time I noticed my older brother, who was in his twenties was still sucking his as well, from that day I never did again.

I have always had an affinity for large breasts, just seeing them puts a smile on my face. Needless to say most of my girlfriends where usually well endowed, and I’d suck on them every chance I got. My last relationship, her breasts would react to any nearby baby that was crying. They’d start producing just from the sound of it. They’d also produce if I sucked on them for a period of time, which I enjoyed. We’d fall asleep with me suckling on her, ah the good old days.

I really miss that, so that’s what lead me to this site.

I was exposed to it young age 16, so technically not “Adult” Breastfeeding in the USA. My mom’s 38y old friend moved in with us and would babysit me. She had a 4 month old she was weening and got me into it. She had me come into her bedroom then drain her tits holding my head on her lap or laying on top of me. Until this day I never met a partner as great as her, I’m addicted.

I’ve never done anything to do with ABF, but I’ve always (well since about 2008) had this fantasy about straddling a man, him undoing my shirt and him feeding from me. I always just assumed it was a thing only I wanted, only this year when I was bored during lockdown I googled adult breastfeeding and came across Lactation Wiki and then this site. I’ve been pleasantly surprised to find it’s a thing that a lot of people (i.e. not just me) want.

This is a subject that I’ve been interested in from a very early age. Some of my first experiences went as far back as elementary school. Started with small things, like for example getting to read National Geographic magazines with pictures of primitive tribes where the bare-chested women would nurse their infants outside for everyone to see, or watching one of my school teachers go through a pregnancy of triplets right in front of my eyes. Seeing a health documentary with tasteful yet still enticing nude footage, or even just using my imagination.

I now have some hands-on experience and could say a few things about why the real thing is enjoyable and rewarding, but my true love isn’t of actual nursing in the real world, but of the abstract idea that still exists in the realm of theory and fantasy.

If I had to describe that, I would be at a loss for words. But the core idea is beautifully simple- to witness a woman in a state of absolute nirvana, satisfaction, and contentedness. That the innermost essence of femininity and fertility are expressed in tangible form. The sort of thing that has never been witnessed by human eyes and probably never will.

The closest thing to that idea I’ve yet encountered was a part of a very strange children’s story that I was told ages ago. To summarize, a hunter is tasked with gathering lion’s milk for an important cause. He accomplishes this by leading a massive flock of sheep out to the wilderness, letting a pride of lions devour all the sheep, and then collecting the milk from the nursing lionesses when they’ve passed out from overeating. Other events ensue afterward, not relevant.

The thing that stood out was a certain way the above occurred to me. Focus on the concept of a ravenous apex predator that lives out in the savanna, risking life and limb on scant pickings to avoid starvation. Needing to gorge on whatever chance provides to last through lengthy droughts and famines, and even more so to nurse their young. The sort of creature that would tear apart a hunter if ever given a chance. This very creature now laying on her side, bulging stomach stretched tight and heavy. As the hunter may rest a hand on her belly and wrap his fingers around her swollen teats to steal her precious milk, she is reduced to a state of such perfect satisfaction that all she can do is purr.

Needless to say this is only a vague abstraction of the idea, and a very odd one at that, not meant to be taken literally. Even so, still the closest expression of the core concept I’ve seen.

I always enjoyed having my breasts suckled and fondled as foreplay, but realized in my last relationship that I would desire to have them suckled without the sexual component. For me it’s a stress relief and a great way to decompress. Kind of like a weird form of therapy where I can relax my body and mind and be in the moment with my partner.

I’d never thought about inducing lactation until coming to this site, but am not ready for the commitment that I’ve learned comes with getting to a place of regular production. Hopefully in the future though!