Why do we like this so much?

Quite personally I don’t see it as a fetish. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Very natural action before birth is suckling. We’re then taught to keep it up throughout life, from survival to replenishment. It’s the best stress relief. Knowing people always put something to or in their mouth, confirms exactly how instincts work. It’s also full of benefits for both, especially once the milk is involved. The body has no idea who that milk is for. Breasts were made to nurture and that is what humans thrive on.

Some people never had any sort of nurturing bond, I have experience with this with an ex. Some know they were breastfed and want to relive it or, they were old enough to remember when it stopped.

I for one have tried dating without the mention of ANR. Didn’t matter in the outcome, nor have I completely strayed from the option. I would mention it at some point, not extremely far down the road. I’m not here to play games and cheat myself out of the slightest chance of finding the one person.

I have always enjoyed lots of attention to my breasts. I suppose there’s a psychological aspect to this. Looking back I can identify some triggers.

Odd, but there’s this movie I watched where a lady; I suppose she was either a lawyer or psychiatrist; it’s been years I watched the movie so the details are sketchy, who would visit this man in prison I definitely know she was not his wife because she would bring papers and write when she visited. The relationship developed and one day when she was there she lifted up her top and offered the guy one of her nipple through the burglar proof thingy they normally have to restrain inmates (just like a mum gives her breast to her baby) and he just spent a good while sucking. If it was sexual to her her face betrayed no such emotion. Weird scenario but it was etched in my mind.

To me ANR is not a fetish and it’s both deeply emotional and sexual. The deeper I get into a person the more I want them to linger at my breasts. I have experienced where one individual was fascinated with breasts so much that lingering so much on breasts through foreplay unintentionally brought milk. Although the circumstances were not such that the relationship would have continued so I can not say if it could have blossomed into an ANR. While it lasted we were both elated having my breasts full of milk.

Then I have experienced 2 scenarios of outright rejection of my milk where it felt like being stabbed with a knife. In the scenario where the relationship was crappy and I called it quits immediately. In the scenario where it was perfectly healthy I started planning my exit. I was torn.

PRecently I have been pondering this same question a lot as I have got desperate. Am I being selfish or irrational that I’d end a perfectly healthy relationship because a guy refused to be breastfed? Why? Why?? Why do I want to breastfeed a grown man so bad I’d quit a good relationship if he rejects it? For me it’s a deep longing to give my very essence to someone I deeply love. The bonding is almost ethereal; to have your love latch on to you and drink your milk. It’s like the deepest expression of my love. So when a guy says no he rejects it. It doesn’t matter how else he shows me love. It cuts deep. I had someone tell me maybe I need a baby. And yet the emotion is completely different. I wish it was a phase because I’ve got desperate.

The above story is relatable. In youth I was never bold enough do act on my inclinations though there were times when I certainly wished to. At roughly age 8-9 I frequently visited a friend’s home, and at that time his mother was managing a young infant. On one day in particular, we get picked up from the school carpool by her and she was terribly engorged. Shirt stretched, breasts bulging over the top of her bra, dribbling wet spots, the works.

At this young age I didn’t understand the mechanics of what was happening, but the sheer sight of it was captivating. I couldn’t look away. She rushes off to nurse the baby just as soon as the car was parked. Of course I had to see for myself what was going on so I followed and peeked in. The sheer ecstasy across her face when the baby finally latched was indescribable.

To this day I still wonder what would have happened if I had announced myself and politely suggested that I would gladly help with the other side. But alas, I didn’t have the courage.

Returning to the original question, why is this so compelling? I stand by the answers that I gave earlier, but have stumbled onto a few more potential explanations. One is a longing to have caused such intense satisfaction and pleasure simply by suckling, an act that was itself rewarding.

Another is that I had a feeling for many years, which was that most women I knew in my childhood seemed harsh, unhappy, and overly disciplinary. The thought that they could become otherwise- kind, cheerful, and satisfied, inspired me to find out just what must be done for this to be so.

One last parting thought- that another interesting facet of adult nursing is the concept of fecundity. Not entailing any physical interaction nor even being strictly aesthetic, the idea has a certain intrinsic, abstract appeal. In and of itself, there’s something poetic about the mere idea that a breast is laden with milk.

No, I remind you, not as a kink or any other sexual angle. And not with any presumption of physical contact via nursing or otherwise. It in itself is poetic. The preceding circumstances and following ramifications all the more so. Layer upon layer of meaning can be derived of it. Analogous fertility symbols- a taut, writhing, life-filled womb for instance, are limited in that their relevance ends at birth. The milk-laden breast on the other hand is eternally giving.

In a world of constant, dizzying torment and stress, it brings calm, caring, connection, safety and peace.

While I feel the basic need is non-sexual, it can flip to being erotic quite easily, which is awesome too.

I’ve wondered where my own fascination and need originated from. One of my earliest memories of all involved a moment of loss concerning it – the sad realization that it was no longer for me (since I had grown past that stage of life). Perhaps my current longing is an echo of that in some fashion. Regardless, it’s a lovely activity to share with another adult.

Really not everyone likes it for the same reason, in reality most guys really don’t like it for any nurturing or any holistic value, at all, it’s more tied to the sexual, erotic feeling they get.

For me it has never been for an nurturing, holistic or whatever cosmic value some people feel, it basically because for me, it makes the sex volcanic, the first woman that I was with that was into ANR/ABF really got off being suckled and spraying milk only while having sex, which in turn made it even more intense sexual connection, I never had or wanted to have a platonic ANR/ABF, if no sex is involved in some way shape or form I wasn’t that interested, so I made sure that any woman I got with also had to have a strong desire to have sex while suckling.