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This is written with permission, but she did not want to be tagged.
It has been a minute since I had a story, or rather memory, to tell. The summer was not one for resting in the least. The last half of the year is always busy between work and family, but this year it has been in over drive. And of course, living here in Texas, we can’t ignore the heat. Even inside, we can feel the heat of the sun. It’s can be kind of a mood killer.
Well, that is, until a few days ago. When the high temperature finally dropped into the mid-nineties, and some rain actually arrived, and to my delight, so did a wonderful surprise!
This past Tuesday, as I sat working on one of my work projects, my phone buzzed. I barely paid any attention to it. Most of the time, during working hours, it’s just spam or a Facebook update, or a news update, but nothing consequential.
But this time there was this little heart symbol with horns, –Fetlife. I had received a message. A wonderful woman had read my writings, and my posts, and was curious on what all this ANR stuff was all about. Her interest was more than curiosity it turned out.
–I have to be honest; I did not mind this work interruption at all. Her questions were so refreshing. She asked such questions such as the difference between sucking and suckling, and how the breast can feel fuller and rejuvenated after a long session.
Once again, this kind of interruption was like spring water on cool day. Just having this small conversation was giving my brain a mini-vacation, and I could feel the stress I didn’t even know I had, slowly melting away.
It’s amazing how just the subtleties of just a fun conversation can have such a positive impact on a person. It’s amazing how we can forget what that feels like when we are just bombarded with work. Just one problem after another, for so long, that it just becomes the norm.
But indeed, she was genuinely sincere, and it was a pleasure conversing with her over several days, eventually turning to texting, and then to the phone on Friday.
I might have been making the conversation too lackadaisical, because she finally asked if I was ever going to ask to meet, or if this was just a fun fantasy.
“Of course, I would love to meet,” I said. I guess I was enjoying the conversation so much, I missed all her signals, but I am sure to the female readers, that is not surprising. She invited me over to her apartment the next day, Saturday at 10am.
So, 10am arrived, and I knocked on her door. I honestly never know how a woman is going to answer the door. From sweats to naked, I can never tell how this will go before hand.
As the door opened, she was wearing a plain blue t-short and white sweat pants. She looked as relaxed as one could be in that situation. She invited me, then invited me to her couch, where she had two bottles of water waiting. I sat and immediately opened the water, not because I needed it, but to show my acceptance of her silent offer.
We talked for over an hour and a half, exchanging laughter and serious moments. She talked about family, work, and heavily questioned why I was, the way I was. I answered, but also inquired how she saw me, and what her thoughts on me were. It was quite the dive into how we saw the world and interpreted situations. I have to admit it was very interesting. I love learning how people think and how they see situations.
But then it started…
She smiled at me, “You really are bad at detecting signals.” My words fell silent as she removed her t-shirt, and having no bra, the anticipation was over. She was having quite a bit of fun playing with me it seems, because she sat back, “Am I distracting you?”
My brain almost panicked, but I was honest, “Very much so, in a great way!”
She reached for the shirt, “Oh, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I know we were enjoying the conversation.”
“Um….”
“Well…come here boy,” she said as she pointed to the carpet in front of her.
I got on my knees, and semi crawled right in front of her. Her hands were stretched wide over the back of the couch, allowing me to do all the work for her. I used my hands to lift her left breast, supporting it underneath, as my fingers because to roll in a massaging way, even before my lips had touched. As my lips touched her areola, and my tongue extended to embrace her nipple, my latch closed upon her breast as a wave of goosebumps tore through her body.
“Ohh, I like this!” She said as she sunk into the couch. Her breast lifted up and bit and fell as I suckled, all while my hands supported and massaged it. Slowly, she moved her arms from the back of the couch, and began to stroke my hair, and run her fingers along my back.
—I’ve often said that my mind does not have the ability to remember just how fantastic the breast feels against my skin. And this time was certainly no exception. In fact, because it has been a while since I had any kinds of session, I would say this one was guaranteed to be memorable! —
She cuddled my head and I loved listening to her breath, and her words. I suckled to the beat of her heart, felt through her areola. I could feel the milk ducts in her areola form goosebumps as my lips massaged them. I loved how they rippled as my lips closed and slightly pulled on them. She kissed my forehead several times as she cuddled my head and enjoyed herself.
From time to time she whispered into my ear, “Sweet, sweet boy, suckle all you want, these are for you.”
I loved how she used her finger nails to trace apart my hair. She was as caring for my head, as my latch was for her breast. It was a perfect euphoric moment in every way. Her hands would venture down, rubbing my shoulders and softly scratching my back. All while her breast softly lifted and then fell as I suckled upon it.
Then just as we had discussed, she lifted my head from her left breast, when she felt organically ready, and placed my latch upon her right breast. My hands followed and the massage began, all as she moaned in the delight of repeating that brand new feeling.
The suckling lasted about 45 minutes until she pushed my head away, after kissing it and saying, “Well done.”
As I returned to my side of the couch, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and just took in the moment. I followed suit, sitting back, closing my eyes, and just relaxing.
A moment later, she said, “Do the circle thing I read about…”
I knew exactly what she was talking about. I leaned over, almost placing my head on her shoulder, and with one fingernail, slowly traced a figure-8 around her breast, spiring into the nipple, then reversing.
“Fuck that relaxing…,” she said as she exhaled.
A moment later, I felt her head fall against my shoulder. She had fallen asleep! I continued the circle tracing until she let out a small snore, then I stopped and just snuggled with her.
About twenty minutes past and she slow rose. She laughed, “That was the absolute most relaxing experience of my life. You are really, really good at that!”
Well, my sarcastic brain kicked in and asked, “The tracing, or the suckling?”
She sat up and looked at me with a smile, “Well now I don’t know. Wanna start over and do it again?”
I smiled at her, “I told you, I am done, when you are done.”
She smiled wickedly, “Come here boy…”Thank you for sharing this experience with us. I hope the two of you continue to enjoy the bond and friendship for years to come. You might even have a talent for recruiting!
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