- This topic has 7 replies, 8 voices, and was last updated 4 years, 3 months ago by
.
-
Posts
-
Breasts. From a very young age, pre-teen, I was fixated, fascinated with breasts. I can even remember getting into trouble as a ten year old for drawing pictures of busty women. With milk leaking from the nipples. Yep, I shit you not.
As a teen I spent my years chasing girls, any girls, flat chested or busty, I didn’t care. As long as they were female with a pulse, that was enough. With very little success, I might add. My high school was Catholic and one of the teachers was a nun, who dressed in civvies. With outrageously huge boobs, which all the boys joked were wasted on a nun, of course. Not sure if she affected me at all, but is it really such a coincidence that I can still recite all the words from all the songs from The Sound Of Music? I’m just sayin’ …. 😂
Only in my twenties did I first get to sample ABF and realise that it was my “thing”. My lifelong thing, as it turned out.
I got into ABF after giving birth. I was engorged baby wouldn’t latch etc and my horny ex!! I was in no mood but needed relief!! And sure enough it was awesome!! He help get the milk flowing and calmed me so much that the next day my baby latched and it was all smooth sailing!!
So we continued for about 4 months. Nightly he would just latch on and suckle all night.
Honestly the most I ever cared for him was while he nursed and we didn’t get along well at all..
Fast forward all these years! We are divorced I’m single raising kids and looking on dating sites and come across abf ANR
I googled it and was like OMG!! Yes I want that!! So I induced on my own looking for a partner. Found a few guys just seeking thrills. But ended up in a relationship that was long distance. I relocated and we had a pretty good time!! It’s ended and I’m looking again to find a partner!!
That’s my story ❤️ANR/ABF….. What a fabulous thing….
Michael, you stole a lot of MY story, minus the Catholic portion. As my profile states, ” breast obsessed with oral fixation”. HOOKED on the female breasts since i was a kid. After years of researching and digging deep into my mind, I found out HOW I came to love them. Let’s just reflect on a song that has “naughty nanny” in it….In my life, breasts were my primary concern/focus. Fan of C cup +. LOVE D’s and DD’s. Breast play, breast worship…. SOOO much fun and rewarding. Recently answered an ad by a female inquiring about ABF/ANR. We met and enjoyed some time together. I have NEVER experienced a woman arching her back in multiple ecstasies simply by suckling her nipples. What an experience. Looking for a local breast friend who is interested in experiencing the same.
I look forward to reading about other experiences.My story sort of mirrors @tuehlykv and @conmech; I was raised in Africa and most women around me were curvy with ridiculously large breasts. While I’m sure this did have a bearing on my love of large breasts it wasn’t until I saw a bare pair of breasts in a sexual manner that my obsession really began. I was 6 years old, and my neighbor’s son had some porn magazines that he would show me. As reckless as that was of him, that set me on a path of lifelong obsession with huge breasts. All the way through primary school and high school, I only sought to date the girls with the biggest breasts and my girlfriend in high school had the biggest boobs in my year and the year below at a DD cup! At the time I couldn’t really explain this obsession as even to me it seemed like an unnatural fixation.
Into my adult life, I just did not find women with small breasts attractive (don’t judge me) and the older I got the bigger the cup size I seemed to be happy with. I was fortunate enough to meet a woman with a really full J cup although this was before I discovered ANR. As a breastman I naturally focused on her breasts and nipples in the bedroom, and luckily for me her nipples were sensitive enough to bring her to multiple orgasms from just sucking and licking them. Not many things compare to being able to please your woman in this way, and I know some of you guys know what I’m talking about. Once I was single again, I couldn’t shake the feeling of this deep rooted need for a woman in my life with large breasts who embraced my need to focus mainly on them while we’re in the bedroom. Now this was not easy in the slightest, as at least where I lived in the UK so many women with large breasts seemed to have been scared off by creeps looking for a quick motorboat. So when I appeared on the scene I was being second guessed before I had an opportunity to show genuine intents and appreciation.
Fast-forward a few years, I randomly discovered Yahoo groups about 9 years ago for all sorts of things from sports to politics. One day while going through the groups I found one for adult breastfeeding. Discovering that there’s the possibility of taking my obsession with large breasts out of the bedroom and into something a lot less carnal was like rediscovering my breast obsession all over again. The next month was spent feverishly researching everything I could, and for the first time in my life my fixation made sense. It finally clicked and I realized that this is what I wanted, no, needed in my life. I’m a very sensual and spiritual person in nature, so the closeness and intimacy that comes with ANR fulfills my love of breasts but also the need for a deep and meaningful connection with a woman.
I have had a few experiences with ANR, some good some not so good. My most recent was the most successful, and like @jules says I have not cared for anyone in any relationship I’ve been in more than I did for my ex. This was because of what ANR did for the both of us. It enhanced every aspect of our relationship: the sex was better, our conversations, the way we interacted with each other through body language, we had zero fights or arguments/misunderstandings – like I said, everything was better. For the first time in a relationship I took an active interest in my girlfriend’s hobbies, all because I wanted to be as close to her as possible in every way. They say all good things come to an end, and so did this relationship mainly due to the distance involved in seeing each other.
I am really looking forward to experiencing ANR again. My need for this now supersedes my love of really large breasts, as even if I were to meet a woman with M cup boobs who fancied the pants off me, if she is not receptive to ANR then I would find it extremely difficult to be happy with her in the long term.
I was between 12 and 13. I stumbled upon one of my mom’s childcare books. I was curious and started flipping through it. There were graphic pictures of childbirth and some pictures of breastfeeding positions.
I grew up in a large family so I was already familiar with breastfeeding. I was drawn to the breastfeeding pictures mostly. Images of lactating breasts, I thought, were very sexy. Long thick nipples. Dark areolae, veins, and huge. I wondered if those women ever let their partners nurse.
I began to imagine what it would be like to nurse as a grown man. I fought feelings of feeling like a pervert or deviant. Breasts are for babies is what I heard so I was conflicted. It seemed to me to be a waste to have breasts and only use them a couple of years at a time.
The first time I came face to face with a womans breasts I was a little nervous. She took off her bra and I gently touched them. I felt this desire, call it instinct, to suck on them. So I leaned in and started gently kissing them. About ten seconds in she, in a very sexy voice, told me I could suck on them if I wanted to. I felt chills go up and down my spine.
She cupped her left breast with her hand and lifted it to my lips. I opened my mouth and started sucking on it. I love the way breasts smell. They have a comforting yet arousing smell. She had breastfeed her kids. Knowing that her breasts had milk made it more thrilling. I never told her because I chickened out but I wanted her to have milk so I could drink it.
Most of all I love how maternal a woman gets when you suck on her breasts. Especially when you suck them correctly. Having my hair stroked, my forehead kissed, and the overwhelming feeling of well being. In those moments I felt loved like I never had before loved before. I wanted to be nursed by the woman I loved. It took a few more years before I admitted this desire to a woman or found out this was actually a thing.
To all those who talk bad about people doing this. You have no idea what you are missing out on. It is the most beautiful expression of love there is. Words cannot describe what it feels like to nurse. Its something you have to experience. And with the right woman you will feel like you’re walking on air 24/7.
There was a formative moment in my childhood when I saw a health show with excellent footage of a woman going through pregnancy and then later nursing the infant. Whatever nudity made it on screen was perfectly tasteful of course, but for my young mind the experience was intense. And it happened just as I was starting into puberty, so it left a massive impression on my tastes ever since.
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.