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I always enjoyed breast play as part of foreplay. It wasn’t until I was in my 50s and browsing Backpage that I saw someone offering breastfeeding and it got me curious. She also did massage and the whole experience was mind blowing; unfortunately, I didn’t keep her contact information. I wish I could have it within a loving relationship but my wife is not lactating and wouldn’t let me breastfeed if she was.
Isn’t it funny how one random discovery can unlock something you’d apparently been perfectly happy not knowing you wanted for 50 years?
And I can understand why experiencing it once would make you want the real thing even more. There’s a pretty big difference between an encounter and having that kind of intimacy with someone you love.
Although not keeping her contact information after a “mind blowing” experience, Tom? Come on now. 😏
I was offered colustrum when her breasts were getting ready for delivery, nothing special, just following directions. Later after the birth we were enjoying the cowgirl position when she had a letdown and I was getting a shower; I leaned up and got several mouthfuls. I had no idea that it would taste so good. She was a party girl; some time later she needed relief before bedtime and I was eager to please. This became our new kink and we both enjoyed it. After an orgasm she would have a letdown so I was getting a cookie & milk almost every night. She desperately needed relief one time after travel without the baby: we arrived at home to find the baby well fed from the pumped supply that she had left. I struggled to maintain a good latch and nearly drowned but I would have died happy. Should I blame her or thank her for my addiction?
@foldart 😉
Oh, I think we’re well past assigning blame here, Art. “Cookie & milk almost every night” and “nearly drowned but would have died happy” tells me you were a VERY willing participant in your own downfall!
I vote you send her a thank-you note. 😘
Since my pre teen years, didn’t fully manifest itself until my early 40’s.
Oh Lola, why can I not resist revealing my secrets when you ask? 😉
This Origin Story delves into the subconscious and speculation. I have told the Reader’s Digest version to a few here who have asked, but like Paul Harvey used to say, here is the rest of the story. I, like many others, started off a “boob boy” and grew into a “boob man”. Like my profile states, I have a breast addiction. I was attracted to girls with large breasts in school. As far as lactation, ABF, and ANR, I recall my older sisters talking about my mom squirting milk at them to be silly when I was a baby. I have no memory of this, but did that imprint on my subconscious and shape my desires at a later time? I speculate, yes. I never felt any thrill when hearing about it, but now that I look back, it must have had an effect subconsciously. Fast forward to my early 20’s and I was in a certain type of establishment with poles and dancing. There was a lady who caught my eye and I decided to get to know her a little better in a more private setting. It turns out she was lactating and started to leak. Something in my mind clunked into place and I had to go back on several occasions to experience it. Shortly after that, I moved across the country and never saw her again. The kink was fully cemented though. I feel like it was a natural extension of my breast addiction. I began seeking out women on Backpage offering this experience. Life went on and it had been years since I had come across a lady who was lactating. My now ex-wife got pregnant with our daughter and I was able to experience the nurturing bond between them. I had never really thought about ABF from the nurturing bond aspect, to me it was a kink related to breasts. Over the last few years I have dry suckled and it has become a quest for an ANR with all the comfort and bonding that entails. That quest has brought me here via Reddit 😁
@showerthoughts which one is yours? I will check to confirm. 😊
@lolamayi12345 Yes, finding out fellow weirdos exist was quite the bright discovery. 😊
And I am also very curious to know what book ‘teenage me’ was reading! 😂PS I’m going to side with the guys on this one… I’d love to hear your origin story. 😉
I was 5. It was the time in my life that my birthday was celebrated by anyone other than me. At the party, one of my guests gifted me with a circus themed coloring book. Remember, I was 5. To this day, many decades later, I still vividly remember hiding behind my bed coloring the buxom trapeze artist. Long have I question the causation of this bane. MANY years later, while taking female clients for massage therapy, one of the women shared with me (not a rare occurrence) about her home life and how much things changed after getting married…sexually. Because I offered optional lymphatic massage therapy, she slid my hand up over her breasts and confessed that she was able to achieve orgasms simple via nipple stimulation. (I since read an AMJ article that stated only 2% of women are capable of it). Long story short, she asked me to suckle her breasts. I gladly acquiesced. And she hadn’t lied. Three times I was successful giving her what she wanted before helping her on rubbery legs back to her car. It was then and there I was hooked. It was maybe a year later while I was once again augmenting her massage appointment, that she began, to her utter panic, to lactate. That was something she absolutely could not do because of her marriage and because of her job. Sadly, she got transferred out of state but before leaving, put me in contact with a woman, 50 something, who wanted to lactate. I’ll not share the details but after a time, she was able to produce a few droplets despite never ever having a ltr, marriage or ever being pregnant. And she too then took a job out of state. Unfortunately she was the last chance I had to enjoy suckling except once while on vacation in PR. There I met a woman in her 70’s, long story short, who offered herself to me. The only problem was that by that time, her rather large breasts were no longer, shall we say, “firm.” She had negligible nipples as well. So that suckling experience was disappointing. That was 13 yrs ago.
A definitive moment? I don’t know. For me it is difficult to distinguish between being obsessed with female breasts to ogle, to pet, to kiss and suck upon, from just simply being totally satisfied with suckling.
Life is a journey and we all have a tale to tell.
Call it Catholic guilt. Also, it wasn’t being offered free so I was worried about that, too.
I don’t know, Bill, but I’m beginning to think this “you ask, I confess” arrangement could be useful information for me to have.😉
I’m not entirely convinced baby-you hearing stories about your mother squirting breast milk across the room explains adult-you quite as neatly as you’d like it to, but I love that you’ve apparently been trying to connect the dots backward.
What I find really interesting is how much what you want from it has changed over time. I wonder if that’s age, experience, or simply finally understanding that there was more available there than the part that originally caught your attention.
And once again…Reddit delivers another one to our doorstep. 😎
Okay, the circus coloring book at FIVE is a new one! And the fact that you can still picture that trapeze artist all these decades later is kind of amazing.
But I think your last point may be the most interesting one. Maybe there isn’t always a definitive moment. We keep talking about “origin stories” as though everyone should be able to point to the day something switched on, when sometimes the answer may simply be, I honestly don’t remember ever being any other way.
And now I’m wondering what on earth that illustrator put into this trapeze artist.😉
@lolamayi12345
I definitely tried to connect the dots backwards as far as my conscious mind would go for my own curiosity. I never had the feeling that I was a weirdo that needed to hide my weird kink. I have kinks and they are mine, so they are not weird 😊 That may have a lot to do with my lack of caring what people think more than the kinks being weird though 🤔Always had very sensitive breasts,and wanted someobe to latch on. Thought i was the odd one out, so never experienced untill that one night.
It was getting late after dinner I had in a hostel. We were in the kitchen at a large table, international company. Having lots of fun and banter. People started fetting up to turn in and suddenly only the two of us were left.
The moment we realised it.. we locked eyes. Silence was very loud. Air was thick with tension and made it hard to breathe.
We got up and were stabding there. He walked up to me. Didnt say a word and put his hand around my right breast, lifted my shirt and latched on.Was a long long night. We nursed and spoke about anr. Great memories.
I have always been like this just never this open about my love for it.
Ever since I was little I liked staring at big breasted women. I remember one time at a birthday party at the park I had to be 6 or 7 years old. I wa staring at someone’s mom who was a big breasted beautiful woman. And she caught me staring directly at her and she winked at me.
The librarians assistant in 2nd grade use to bend over and help us read, she wore low cut shirts and I saw everything. I think that’s when I knew.
I like watching movies where there was topless women , probably why I love watching scary movies there is always atleast one.
I had a gf in highschool cheerleader with big boobs and I waa drawn to her breast but i was afraid to really dwell in there. But I remember pulling her shirt down for the first time on my bed and sucking on them for a moment before I did it too long and she thought it was weird.
Everytime I ever looked up and NSFW it involed breast 😂
It wasnt until I was engaged that I really suckled a lot on her. She had gorgeous perky breast. She would make comments about it but me not knowing if I could trust her (she wasnt worthy of it) I never really got into ot with her but I senses that she knew. We would watch all her favorite shows and I would just suck her breast because it was better than watching the shows. It almost felt like she was researching it and asking me questions to see if I was that into it. Anyways I didnt like her approach so I continued to carry it quietly.
I did not start looking for the community until my friends breast milk squirted me in the eye. We were kissing and I start pulling put her big boobs. This girl had a crush on me since 7th grade and I always pushed her away. I cant believe how many times I have heard “finally, I always liked you since we were kids”.
When i pulled it out she got giggly and said “btw I have kids so it may have milk”, by then it was too late I already had a mouthful of her milk and I paused because I never had it but I was excited and then i squeezed her boob while looking at it and it shot me in the face. And then a couple months after I found myself in this great community.Also her friend joined in the car 10 mins later which was weird to me because her boobs were massive too and how did she know where we were and what we were doing… ironically a year later I sucked her boobs too because as luck may have it. She also thought I was cute.
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