ABF Heaven Blog

Tales from ABFheaven …How I Met My Woman

An ABFheaven member relates how he
met his lady here on ABFheaven.com

I started my journey into what I know now as ANR in my late twenties. I’ve been lucky enough to have it in small doses in my few relationships. But nothing ever that was a true ANR. I think they did it for me. I really wanted mutual satisfaction, that feeling of bonding and being nurtured for both of us. I’ve talked to quite a few potential partners, met a few, had a few cancel last minute, and tried with a few. But I never felt a connection that stuck. Yes I got enjoyment, but I wanted that “connection”.

That’s when I met her. She messaged me first on this wonderful site. Lynn was a late 30’s, single female, never married, no kids. She’s a NICU nurse in a smaller town. We lived a few hours from each other. Exchanging a few messages, she asked to meet. (it only had been a couple days). At first I laughed, I thought she was joking. She wasn’t. I told her that I traveled for work and that I would be traveling to her town in a couple weeks. All this time I’m thinking, is she real? Am I going to be her next victim and be on an episode of Dateline titled “When ANR goes bad”.

We talked almost everyday for that 2 weeks. A few hours a night, we had A LOT in common. I REALLY liked her, even though we had never met. She was completely honest with me and let me know that she had seen another guy a few times for ANR. No sex. I didn’t know how to respond, I had never done just “ANR”. I told her I’d love to see where it goes. But I did mention I don’t share well.

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The Summoning – Daddy’s Girl part 2

The Summoning
-Daddy’s Girl part 2-
(written by Michael Admin)
Read by Miss Rosie

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Sir, I really adore the gorgeous way you like me to call you, to summon you, when I need my milking. I come fresh from the shower and once dried I sit on the edge of the bed. My huge breasts are gloriously full and heavy, aching ever so slightly for your attention. And as you have requested, I take from the bedside cabinet the gift you brought for me on the very first day I became your milkmaid. A pair of ornate silver bells, with soft velvet-padded clips attached. They are my lovely milking-bells.

I carefully attach each bell by the soft clips to each of my thick protruding nipples – my “teats” as you love to hear me say – and I can’t help smiling happily as I feel the delightful weight of the beautiful adornments pulling at each large sensitive teat. To call you to me, I rock my shoulders gently, causing the breasts to sway slowly and the bells to ring softly, the lovely tinkling sound heard by you in the next room or wherever in the house you are – calling to you, summoning you.

ABFheaven t-shirts … yes, really! … later in summer

Ok, for a bit of fun later in the summer … some ABFheaven styled t-shirts will be available. Probably not for sale, I will offer these for free to anyone who makes a nice donation to the site, plus give out a few. This is just for fun! You do know I like to keep ABFheaven a fun place, don’t you? Of course you do!

So I have posted below a few simple “mock-up” designs for possible slogans etc. – these are just sample ideas, colors are just simple choices, these are not the “finished product”. Once we settle on some good slogans I will get an artistic/design person to create the final styles with nice colors etc.

Question: who’s gonna walk down the street wearing a t-shirt about adult breastfeeding? Too many awkward questions! But remember, this is just for fun, wear it at home, or for sleeping?

Comment below please if you like this idea …and if you have any nice slogans we might use then let me know!

Suggestions so far include ….

(Women’s)
ABFheaven – Feed The World
ABFheaven – Place of Worship
ABFheaven – (gives you) Bosom Power!
ABFheaven – With great breasts comes great responsibility
ABFheaven – Breasts full of milk are breasts full of love

(Men’s)
ABFheaven – Official Milkman
ABFheaven – There’s a suckler born every minute (Barnum misquote)
ABFheaven – Lifelong Breastman

 

(Women’s tee)
With great breasts
comes great responsibility
 

(Men’s tee)
THERE’S A SUCKLER
BORN EVERY MINUTE
 

(Women’s tee)
Breasts full of milk
are breasts full of love
 

(Men’s tee)
Official Milkman
 

(Women’s tee)
Place of Worship
 

(Women’s tee)
Bosom Power!

Daddy’s Girl

Daddy’s Girl
(written by Michael Admin)
Read by Miss Rosie

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For Sir’s pleasure, she loves to wear the blouse with the buttons straining over the beautiful swell of her breasts. A tight, white cotton blouse barely able to contain her milk-laden udders. And a long skirt, no panties, as he has commanded.

She sits in his lap, astride him. Tells him how heavy those udders feel and how the teats are aching for his attention, aching for the unique relief she experiences only when Sir’s lips and tongue are wrapped around them, suckling hard. “Now open that tight blouse, my girl”, he says.

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Discovery

Discovery
By Joan

The urge to be suckled is difficult to articulate. Even now, as I stare at this blank computer screen trying to put “that feeling” into something coherent and meaningful that has led me to where I am today.

Even before I knew what “it” was; before I knew there was a name for it, I had always enjoyed being dry suckled and nursed by my husband. It became part of our pillow talk and role play, the quiet sexy talk whispered in a lover’s ear. I liked the sensation of his mouth on my breast hungry for something it no longer provided. I loved the sense of calm it seemed to give him…and to me. His whole body would relax, I could hear the internal sighs of comfort. I would wrap him up and provide that bit of comfort sometimes as a prelude to lovemaking or sometimes as a lull to sleep. His suckling felt different than typical breast foreplay I had experienced. It was deep and soulful, it had purpose and intent. Our sessions went in fits and starts depending on the voracity of life’s events but over time, the pillow talk evolved, and desires were shared. I wanted to nourish him. He wanted to be nourished, but I am what they call a “mature woman”, past the age of making babies. I felt I had an expiration date for such things and mine was way past.

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Comfort in the Storm

Comfort in the Storm
Read by Miss Anonymous

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Part 1

It is quite late or perhaps it is quite early. Regardless of time, it is dark in the bedroom and only moonlight makes anything remotely visible. It has been raining for hours and it was the sound of that rain that had lulled me to sleep some hours earlier. It taps the window and makes a low roar on the rooftop. I can see the trees waving but they are far enough away from the window to be seen but not heard. I have always loved the sights and sounds of a storm from the comfort of a warm bed.

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Poem

This poem was written by Frank. He says …..

Stumbled across this poem I wrote to a buxom, wanna be milky muse many years ago.
I want to share with you all..

Dawn from Babylon

There’s a woman named Dawn
from New Babylon
measuring 38F
a pretty great set
onto which I long to latch on.

For ten years she’s got hot
At daydreams and thought
Of a man who shares fantasies,
a penchant for huge mammaries
and fresh milk on the spot.

She doesn’t protest
That I stare at her breasts.
She’s endowed and confident..
A Cheshire smile she sent
In reply to the charge she is modest.

Naturally big and firm for their size
They beckon me to cast my eyes
to cuddle and snuggle
to kiss and to suckle
I cherish big boobs ‘cause I’m a guy!

From here to Kashmir
some women have savoir faire,
some are big tittied,
some to inducing are committed
but the woman who is all, is indeed rare.

Oh how sweet
to suck from the teat
of your lover
(or other)
what was once only made by new mothers.

Endless thoughts I think
Of Dawn’s “medium size and pink”
Await only my suction
To coax them into production
And the goodness of Goddess’ nectar I’ll drink.

Conversation that’s effortless.
No drama or pretense.
Scintillating,
titillating
exhilarating and intense.

Oh hurry Dawn banish the night.
for a new view and fresh light.
Carpe diem dear,
If you have the desire,
But hurry Dawn because this day is also finite…

My intro to ANR

This post is by Lillian.

I was 16 when I fell in love for the first time. Although, to be fair… “fell” doesn’t quite capture it. I took an olympian freestyle high dive into love with him and didn’t come up for air for the better part of 10 years. I lived on my own at the age of 17 – so he and I spent almost every night together. He remains the only man who has ever loved and accepted everything about my body; every taste, every scent, every curve, every mark…sometimes I would ask “But how do you like THAT??” He would say, “I love all of it. This is where you live.”

Even at 16 I was large breasted – which he loved. I was much smaller then and somewhat athletic, so he appreciated them more than I did. My biggest annoyance was that I couldn’t sleep comfortably on my tummy, so I had to get used to sleeping on my side. He would sleep on his side with his face nestled into my breasts and my arms and legs wrapped around him. One night, a couple of years into our dating, he fell asleep before I did. I gazed down at him as he slept and I noticed that his lips and tongue looked like they were softly sucking. I gently moved my nipple toward his mouth and rested it on his lips. At first his mouth stayed closed – but I could feel the slight movement of his lips and tongue. Even though my nipple wasn’t in his mouth, I felt relaxed and comforted by the slight movement and the possibility. I started to doze off – feeling even more close to him than before. I woke a short time later to the sensation of my nipple being sucked. He had awoken just enough to open his mouth and begin to softly suck. I moved as close as I could to him and held his head in my hand. He made a soft moaning sound and wrapped his arms around my back. We were both asleep within minutes.

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Afternoon Delight

An erotic story written by a female ABFheaven member using the pen-name VelveteenRabbit.

Afternoon Delight
by VelveteenRabbit

Grace walked into the office yawning widely, it was a Sunday and far too early. But she had a meeting due and some free time after before she met Eric for lunch. It was a month now since she had found out about ABF and ANR through Zoe, her friend who was in a long term anr with her fiancée. She had been massaging, pumping and using a TENS machine on and off the whole time. She had noticed her breasts had grown slightly larger, her areolas bigger but still a pale pink and her glands much more noticeable.

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Cashing in her assets?

This is a NEWS ITEM …(wonder if she’s heard of ABFheaven?)

Julie Dennis, 32, from Florida, started selling her own breast milk after she gave birth to a surrogate baby in August 2019.

The entrepreneurial mother came up with the idea when the baby she’d given birth to for another couple turned six months old and no longer needed her breast milk.

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