A New Experience: True Life Story by Rob

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New ABF Heaven exclusive! Rob brings us yet another gracious, elegant, and beautifully written nursing encounter which also features elements of consent and courtesy. As we all know, this combination portends magical connection and unforgettable memories. Continue reading “A New Experience: True Life Story by Rob”

Sweet Memories of Camilla: True Life Story by Puppler12

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New ABF Heaven member Puppler12 recently surprised the live chat by posting this beautiful account in memory of his girlfriend Camilla. It definitely made some tears flow, and other site members reminisced about their personal breast nurturing relationships that echoed the intimacy of Puppler12 and Camilla. This account shows us the value of sharing our deeply felt experiences- it allows us to connect with others who have the same deep emotions, and opens pathways to creating more pleasure and beauty in the world. Continue reading “Sweet Memories of Camilla: True Life Story by Puppler12”

My First Nursing: True Life Story by Rob

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When I first saw this post in the forum, I was struck by the beautiful writing and the mature, gentlemanly, almost courtly recounting of this special first-time nursing experience. Rob’s profile surprised me with his age- early 30s. The level of maturity and honor he expresses towards feminine energy is rarely found, especially in a younger man. Continue reading “My First Nursing: True Life Story by Rob”

How I Realized a Lactation ANR Is Not For Me: True Life Story by Steve

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There can be a subtle hierarchy in Adult Nursing Relationships. Sometimes lactation can be a kink or a fetish, and people can spend lots of time looking for or being that ultimate milky partner. Sometimes, they are experienced with inducing and understand the commitment and physiological demands a lactating woman undergoes. Other times, though, people can be eager for lactation as Something To Do, like a check mark on a sexual bucket list. For anyone who is seeking a lactation ANR or has never previously experienced it, the following account is a good dose of truth and reality. Continue reading “How I Realized a Lactation ANR Is Not For Me: True Life Story by Steve”

Nursing, Desire, and Hope: True Life Story by Phil

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If you’ve ever had your life changed by a nursing experience, this post is for you. If you have ever been discouraged in your journey to find a long-term ANR relationship, this post is for you. Yes, it’s rather long but worth every moment spent reading it, I promise. Continue reading “Nursing, Desire, and Hope: True Life Story by Phil”

How I Became a Dedicated Breast Man: True Life Story by Mister Lusty

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It’s one thing to say you are a breast man or that you like boobs. I mean, what guy would say they don’t like breasts? It’s another thing to have a crystal clear, visceral memory forever seared into the brain on WHY you are a breast man. Continue reading “How I Became a Dedicated Breast Man: True Life Story by Mister Lusty”

Memories of the First Time: True Life Story by James Donald

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Finding a beautiful piece of writing is one of the most exciting experiences of my life. It’s like turning over a dusty rock in the forest and finding a glittering portal to an unknown world. When the writing is a well articulated true life story, rich with detail and nuance, and describing a relationship journey towards deep connection- honestly I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be granted access to that moment in time. The following story was a forum post on April 14, 2021. The tenderness and authenticity we are invited to witness is so precious. Continue reading “Memories of the First Time: True Life Story by James Donald”

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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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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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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