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July 8, 2025 at 10:47 am #604557
So. I like boobs.
(okay, and? so does every other weirdo in this forum what makes you so special you overly pompous jackass you think youre so enlightened)
Alright alright lemme explain jeez
So like I’m sure a lot of folks here have been, I’ve been into boobs for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest experiences with boobs was sneakily watching Jerry Springer: Too Hot For TV! on my dad’s hacked pay-per-view satellite stream at around age 7 or 8; I remember a particular scene of that trashy dumpster fire of a TV show where a woman was shaking her breasts, a pair which were much bigger than any I’d seen up to that point in my short life, for a similarly trashy-looking gentleman of some interest to her. While my dad and my uncle were laughing uproariously at the absurdity on the screen, I watched on from the shadows enraptured at the scene that was burning itself into my memory.
From then onwards, I’d always had an interest, bordering on a genuine fascination, with boobs. With the onset of puberty, that interest naturally developed into an attraction. To this day, I have convincingly let my ethnic group down by displaying a greater interest in breasts than in buttocks. Don’t get me wrong: I love me a wonderful pair of asscheeks as much as any self respecting man! But I have and always will be a boob man through and through.
Why am I telling you this? Well, because somewhere along the line, that attraction further evolved into a genuine desire. And I know the exact incident that caused this.
At age 23-ish, I went through a bad series of events that threw me into a horrible slump. My friend/crush was there to comfort me. This friend was incredibly busty (UK 38H, if I remember correctly?) and she knew very well that I was attracted to her, but understandably yet playfully kept her boobs off limits, and despite some teasing, I happily respected that. But one day she found me as an emotional wreck. She did what I thought was simply unthinkable: she let me touch her boob. More specifically, she hugged my head into her boobs. That simple action broke me to pieces, and was a blubbering mess against such immense breasts.
That incident awoke me to the soothing power of breasts. Don’t get me wrong; boobs still get my rocks off more effectively than most things in this world. But, more importantly, I’ve since become acutely aware of the healing, soothing power of breasts. They’re hot, yet simultaneously heart-mending.
And thus this needlessly winding road leads back to ABF. Let me explain further.
As a possible natural extension of my love of boobs, I also developed an interest in lactation. I think it’s hot too, but that’s not the focus here. The point is my love of both led me to the world of adult nursing. I just assumed it was a fancy label for sucking tits (which, believe it or not, I’m also a big fan of), but I’d then stumbled upon communities, particularly on Reddit, which talked a little more emotionally about nursing. Curious at the fact that this whole sucking boobies thing went deeper than I realised, I threw myself into such communities.
This led me to my first nursing experience with a wonderful young lady. Let me tell you: I get it. Boy howdy do I now get it.
Despite the fact that we were still effectively strangers, I’d scarcely felt so safe, so comforted, so taken care of. There is little in the world more intimate than suckling on the breasts of another person, and here I was being given that privilege. There was such an emotional heaviness in the air that I was allowed to be fully present for. The level of vulnerability I rarely had the opportunity to feel, I was allowed to share with another person. The smiles, the gentle caresses, the silent assurances…
Yeah. I’m hooked. Through and through.
I think that my specific situation is a product of circumstance and very good timing. I’m going through a very prolonged period of difficulty right now, one with no certain end point. I’m very anxious. I’m very stressed. And unfortunately, because of how sensitive and specific my problems are, I don’t have anyone I can share my issues with, so I’ve been feeling very isolated. Nursing seems to have been the single perfect stopgap to my issues, as it allows me both to relieve my touch/intimacy starvation and get close to another person, AND it gives my brain a break from the stress of my chronic issues, if only for a few hours. It’s what I needed exactly when I needed it.
So yeah, I’m in it for the long run. I’ve been on the lookout for more opportunities to nurse with friendly women for those reasons because I truly feel refreshed after the fact. If I can make an actual, genuine friend with whom I can vibe, hang out with, game, laugh, and have meaningful conversations with and also nurse with to relax or enjoy downtime with, well, that’s the dream.
I’ve also decided that when I’m fortunate enough to enter a long-term relationship with a willing woman, nursing will almost certainly NEED to be a part of it. I can’t see myself making any concessions or compromises in regard to nursing. I want to feel as close as I can to my girlfriend or wife. If I feel this emotionally close nursing to a relative stranger, imagine how close I could feel with my one-and-only.
I think that’s it. I don’t know what more I can say. I love ANR. It makes me happy. I want to chase that happiness, and share it with all who would be so generous as to share it with me.
titties are still hot though
July 8, 2025 at 12:36 pm #604581ditto
July 8, 2025 at 3:52 pm #604650Thank you for wearing your heart on your sleeves, Jake. That takes courage.
July 8, 2025 at 4:03 pm #604653Weirdo? Poor choice of words
July 8, 2025 at 8:12 pm #604776Absolutely love this! Open, honest, funny and a very personal thing to share with all of us.
As for weirdo being used, in the context that he’s taking the mick out of himself and the way a lot of people look at those of us who are into ANR and ABF, it works perfectly well. It may be a British sense of humour thing, but it works!
Looking forward to the next one…
July 9, 2025 at 7:35 pm #605418Anonymous
InactiveThank you for sharing.
It’s wonderful to know that there are ladies who are truly nurturing and recognize their power toward healing.
I have found that there are those who weaponize that power whose end game is rejection and drama.
I was having a chat with a gal in her 5os from Paduka, KY on another site and the conversation turned spicy.
I could tell she was having fun.
Suddenly she turns on me and gets pretty hostile, ranting about men who don’t “get” the focus of the site. She did the same thing to a male member on anrconnections.
Watch out for the psycho drama queens.July 10, 2025 at 7:46 am #605675Thanks Jake, you’ve got it my son. Stay positive. Believe in yourself, your ANR dream is out there. Upto you to go get it.
July 10, 2025 at 10:51 pm #605951Jake,sweetie, you are weirdo perfection. Don’t you dare change!
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