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Yes, that’s true. They’re going to think we’re really weird in the nursing home someday.
Personally I think there would be a lot less separations and divorces if more couples actively nursed on a regular basis.
This is a real ANR is all about with a partner who wants the same as you!
Congratulations and keep enjoying your journey and keep us updated.
Yes, I have had the same thought. Oxytocin is a powerful drug. That feeling of intense closeness and protectiveness is amazing. At first, it seemed like my feelings were much more intense than his, but I didn’t let that hold me back. I opened up and told him how much I loved him, ran my fingers through his hair, rubbed his back and arms and it took a couple weeks, but I could feel him letting down his walls and now he feels it too. He is initiating the nursing and he is also experiencing a sharp increase in sexual desire and a new intensity of love and protection of me. It feels like my love hormones have influenced him too. It’s absolutely incredible.
In light of that, I have wondered what would happen if two people did this every day and they DIDN’T love each other? Would they still share a bond, even if they weren’t really compatible? Could that be a recipe for disaster?
In my first marriage, when I breastfed my children, the thought of my ex-husband even touching my breasts disgusted me. I even wore a bra to be to make sure he didn’t. In my mind, breasts were for feeding babies and that’s it. I also couldn’t stand that guy, so there’s that…. It’s funny how we change over time.
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That is really wonderful Galacta. Very happy for you. It is very interesting that neither you nor your husband were interested in an ANR at first.
I think you are right Juicyboobies, there would be fewer failed marriages if more couples nursed regularly. Now only if Putin had this type of relationship….This morning we were awoken by a siren, probably an ambulance going by. It was still just a little dark outside. Alarmed, I rolled to my side to face him, my arm pushing the sheets down to expose my bare breasts and rock hard nipples. “I wonder what happened?” I asked. He didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on my right nipple pointing up proudly. He quickly slid over and enveloped my areola with his warm mouth. He began to slowly suckle. I forgot about the siren.
He nestled in so close to me. His arm wrapped around my side. His hand rested in the small of my back. He seemed sleepy. I was determined to be still and quiet in case he wanted to drift off. I laid with him and tried not to get turned on but he smelled of sex from the night before and there was a hint of clove from his beard oil. My abdominal muscles involuntarily clenched. I tried to relax my breathing. I concentrated on doing my kegels. Anything not to disturb him while he was doing this wonderful thing to me.
And then I felt his erection begin. It felt like a zipper being pulled up in the bed next to me. My pevis suddenly had a mind of its own and I began to rock in shallow thrusts until a gentle, but lovely orgasm relaxed me once again. He lightly nibbled my nipple as I came down and then covered my breast with sweet kisses.
I rolled onto my back, with him on my left side, and his head in the crook of my arm. He threw his large masculine leg over mine. I felt claimed. We both settled in and he began to nurse at my left breast. A feeling of deep calm and contentment washed over both of us and we melted into each other.
Long after my breast felt relieved and satisfied, he continued to suckle. It pleasured both of us. As he spent time on my nipple, he kneeded my right breast with his hand and then began to lightly trace his fingers over my skin. He touched my face, my chest, my stomach, outlined my hip, and pressed his hand over my mound.
He parted my lips with his big hand and slid his fingers into my pussy. He spread my wetness over my clit, expertly retracted my hood, and began to stroke my secret button with his finger. My pelvic rocking matched the rhythm of his suckling, and his pelvis began to grind to that beat as well. His cock was oozing precum and sliding up and down my thigh deliciously.
I was getting near the edge again when he unlatched, and pulled my hips over to his erection. We made a “T” with my legs over his pelvis and him on his side so he could watch me. He entered me aggressively and I couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy as he slid back and forth, back and forth, making me cum three more times. He caressed my chest as we made love and I watched his face as he roared like a bear and pumped his seed into me.
It was a wonderful morning. I couldn’t ask for more. We laid together, panting in the aftermath still entertwined and exposed. He was the first to notice a beautiful bead of milk presenting itself on my left nipple like a cherry on top. One last gift for him before we start our day.@juicyboobies Right, I’m supposed to be organizing my craft stuff.
@galacta what you have with your husband is what I want to have with a partner. You both are very lucky to have each other.
@lusciousliz totally agree. I need this in my life. Where are all the local men who are into this. Is there a spell I can cast?
You ladies need to get back to work. 😉
I really needed to be able to express my feelings on this topic. This group is great! My husband has always been a passionate man, but getting him on board with breastfeeding thing took some time. It was worth the wait. Keep working on it!
Remember, you are a seductress.
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