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
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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