Men are funny.
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Posted:Nov 29, 2019 11:01 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2020 12:00 pm
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Men are funny.
I'm looking for a very specific type of relationship.
An ANR.
If you don't know what it is, you're not into it.
is free.
I don't want a man isn't ANR ready.
I won't be talked into anything.
I don't want to be licked for hours.
Yes, I know you'll make me all over myself.
I don't want to be pounded "this cock".
Yes, I hear you telling me you'll make my eyes roll back into my head and beg for more.
Yes, it's amazing, I've seen the pictures.
I don't want to .
Yes, I know we'll have fun, I'm busy living my life, playing with myself, whilst looking for an ANR partner.
I don't want to give you head.
Yes, I know I have the perfect mouth for it and am "probably pretty good it",
We can't arrange "sample tastings".
I'm not the broad at COSTCO.
I don't want to watch you jack yourself.
Women aren't visual, Sweeties, we're thinkers, not watchers, which is why PLAYBOY is hugely successful and PLAYGIRL went out of business.
I don't want my breasts played with, worshipped, tied up, jacked off on, urinated on or in any way molested, abused or unappreciated.
My breasts are working girls.
They make milk.
For my future ANR partner.
I don't want you to watch me pump.
Does someone ask if they can watch you wash your hands?
Or brush your teeth?
I don't want show "them" to you.
My breasts are not for voyeuristic pleasure.
They are for my future partner, his pleasure, his needs, wants and desires.
I'm not going to show you my nipples or describe them to you.
I have 2 of them, one on each breast.
I'm not going to tell you what else an ANR entails.
If you're into it, you'll know.
I don't want you to come over RIGHT NOW and latch on.
I'm not looking to fulfill anyone's fantasie's or do something you've "always wanted to try".
I'm looking for a long-term, committed ANR.
Adult Nursing RELATIONSHIP.
Am I repeating myself? Being redundant? Frustrating you?
Check this ...
...Stop asking for stuff I'm NOT going to provide and I'll stop repeating myself.
I'm looking for a very specific type of relationship.
An ANR.
Nothing else.
UNLESS it's with my ANR partner. 
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Pumping
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Posted:Nov 27, 2019 10:46 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2019 12:15 pm
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Every 2 hours...
Geez seems like I'm tethered my breast pump.
Thankfully it feels so dang delicious. 😉😈
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ANR stuff
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 12:44 am
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2019 9:37 am
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I look forward to holding you close,
your heart beating so close to mine.
Your breath, hot on my face,
as your wet tongue slides out to meet mine for the first time...
I look forward to holding you close,
your eager mouth nuzzling at my breast.
Your hands massaging me gently,
as your lips work to gently coax my milk down.
I look forward, my dear, to just holding you close.
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Frozen treat... Adults only
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 12:33 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
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Half cup of powdered sugar
Tablespoon of tequila
Tablespoon and a half of orange liqueur
Orange zest
Lime zest
Lime juice
About 4 oz breast milk
Mixed together with the kitchen machine for about 2 1/2 minutes.
Put the mixture in a Tupperware container with a lid.
Freezer overnight.
Slushy like a margarita
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The other side...
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 12:30 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2019 1:39 pm
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My breasts are milky and full.
Waiting to be suckled.
Plump and ready, just waiting...
Living in this lonely life.
I massage and pump them, gently with care.
Sweet milk, scrumptious and fulfilling.
By myself, alone in my quiet room...
Living in this lonely life.
I stare with heavy lidded eyes, tired, yet still...always...amazed
At the pump coaxing drop after drop of pearly milk
As the bottle slowly, steady as my beating heart, begins to fill...
Living in this lonely life.
I sign deeply, fixing my blouse, I turn off my pump.
My pulse quickens as I feel my heart skip a beat.
Watching my milk swirl down the drain...
Living in this lonely life.
My breasts are empty now, tears almost fill my eyes as I turn off the water.
Soon again my breasts will be milky and full, plump and waiting.
Alone here in my quiet room...
Living in a lonely life.
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A book about ANR.
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 12:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2020 1:51 pm
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The "happiness marriage" of Carl Buttenstedt.
From breastfeeding from the husband's secret doctrine around 1900. (2007)
Carl Buttenstedt embodies the prototypical optimism, but also the fears of early modernism: he is interested in technical innovation and the human progress, but in a way that would make it today probably a follower of a spiritual ecology movements.
His concept of "happiness marriage", which is based on the assumption of a mystical becoming one qua fluid exchange, separates the pleasure dimension of sexuality from reproduction, however, the desire to serve marital bond. The phenomena described by him are today's "adult breastfeeding relationship" with reason.
Carl Buttenstedt protypically embodies the sense of a new beginning as well as the anxieties of early modernity. He is interested in technical innovation and human progress, albeit in a way Which would not make him a follower of a spiritual green movement today.
His concept of the "Marriage of happiness", Which is based on the assumption of a mystical union Brought about by the exchange of fluids, distinguishes between the pleasure dimension of sexuality and reproduction of this, and places pleasure in the service of marital bonding. The phenomena he Describes form the basis of present-day "adult nursing relationships".
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ANR poem
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 12:14 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
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> In the Morning
> I feel the chill in the air
> As you stroke my soft hair
> I will open my robe for you to see
> That I am willing... are you ready for me?
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> You'll slide beside me your arms wrapped around
> I'll hold you near not making a sound
> I feel your leg go over mine
> As we begin to intertwine.
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> I'll take you to my nurturing chest
> To latch on to my waiting breast
> As you take my nipple in
> You'll see the beginning of a loving grin.
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> I'll hold you close to my form
> Covering you now to keep you warm
> As you start to suckle slow
> You'll taste the warmth of my milky flow.
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> My love now feeds your soul
> As you offer me control
> I'll begin to softly stroke your hair
> Will you offer your love to share?
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> With every swallow you take me in
> Feeling my heart rate pickup again
> Your leg rubbing the back of me
> Can you tell I'm in ecstasy?
>Our bodies laying parallel
> Lost in this heavenly swell
> My love so sweet, you're very precious to me
> Is there any place you'd would rather be?
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> As you hold me and drink me in
> Can you tell its about to begin?
> As I grasp you closer with each spasm
> Can you feel my sweet loving orgasm?
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> My body will shake with a sensual desire
> Like my soul has been lit on fire
> I will cry out grasping you tight
> Will you marvel at this beautiful sight?
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> As you empty me of milk
> Will you run your hands through my hair of silk?
> Finally coming up for air
> Will you kiss me deeply with love we share?
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> Do you feel my body so soft to touch?
> Its the one you'll love and admire so much
> As you take in a part of my soul
> My final orgasm has taken its toll
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> Now it has come time to rest
> Ill hold you under cover, close to my breast
> My heart beating will be the only sound
> In this heaven that you will have found.
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ANR recipe
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Posted:Nov 26, 2019 12:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2020 6:28 pm
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I took a couple of very nice thick boneless pork sirloin chops, seared them in olive oil, then added maybe half of a white sweet onion diced, honey, coriander, black pepper, garlic clove diced, several big pinches of cayenne pepper and a cup or so of breast milk.
I added 2 cups of corn bread chunks, some butter and sage, little bit of celery leaf.
Put a lid on it and let all the moisture get soaked into the bread chunks at a boil.
Then I took the chops out and put all the bread mixture in a separate pan.
Returned the chops to pan added almost a cup of breast milk and diced onion, more garlic, couple shots of MAGGI and brought it to a gentle boil with the lid on the pan.
I heated the bread mixture in the separate pan, putting about 2 chopped up slices of Havarti cheese on top, frying the bread mixture until it was slightly crisp and the cheese was melted.
By this time the chops were done, simmering in beautiful brown pork and breast milk sauce.
Took the chops out threw in a little flour, whipped it with a fork...SCRUMPTIOUS gravy.
Served the chops and fried cornbread stuff with a tossed green salad, shredded carrots, tomato slices and balsamic dressing!
Drizzled honey lightly over the chops!
The honey brings down the heat from the cayenne pepper without taking away the flavor.
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Breastmilk recipe for Adults only.
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Posted:Nov 25, 2019 11:56 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
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Homemade eggnog
6 large egg yolks
3/4 cup sugar
2 1/2 cups my milk
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp nutmeg
Cooked first 3 ingredients over medium heat until thermometer registered 150.
Removed from heat added 3/4 cup Jim Beam Bourbon, vanilla and nutmeg.
Poured into a sterile large mason jar, heat sealed the lid, in the fridge overnight and all day today.
Served in chilled mug, sprinkled with nutmeg.
Oh you guessed it....beyond heavenly!
Sweet...Rich...Smooth...Mellow Buzz
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ANR story.
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Posted:Nov 25, 2019 11:52 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
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Ian gently lifted my left breast, slightly squeezing it as he did so. A rivulet of milk dripped down the pinkest nipple and onto his hand. A wave of heat shot through my belly as he licked it off.
He looked up at me, and I noticed his beautiful blue/green eyes which were shining with passion. He looked so serious as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. His lips were so warm, and he whispered, his mouth still pressed lightly against mine, "I hope you know I could never hurt you. You do know it, don't you?" I nodded. "I'm so grateful to you for trusting me...for letting me do this...you may be assured, I will be gentle as a lamb, my love."
My arms were around his neck, and my hands in his beautiful thick, sandy-blonde hair, urging him closer to me. I looked down at his lips, which were wrapped around my nipple and sucking gently. Ian was clean-shaven, but a persistent shadow of stubble usually graced the bottom half of his chiseled face, and I could feel it rubbing the soft skin of my breast as he sucked. I could see his throat move as he swallowed. I could feel his breath on my skin, and the gentle suckling drove me wild and made me as wet as I had ever been. I felt his hardness pressed against me, only 3 layers of fabric separating us. I tilted my head back and sighed. I saw blue sky above me; the leaves on the maple trees had turned gold, orange and red. I smelled someone's fireplace burning.
He alternately sucked and licked each breast, then finally, both of them together. This made the milk flow faster, and some of it ran down his chin. I could feel the gentle tugging, the liquid being drawn through my nipples, and the sexual thrill was mingled with relief, as he emptied my formerly engorged breasts. It turned me on to see how he enjoyed what he was doing, and I couldn't have asked a man to be more gentle or skilled.
I could have happily remained there for hours, days even, with my nipples in his mouth. I never wanted to remove them. I don't know how long we were there like this, before he reached between us and I felt the tip of his finger rubbing so incredibly gently between my legs....in exactly the right place. I didn't have to tell him where....didn't have to explain or guide him. He just knew. I threw my head back, moaning and sighing. I was in heaven. One of my nipples was in his mouth, his tongue moving back and forth over it, and his finger tickling my mons Venus.
I don't know why I thought of it at this moment, but I suddenly remembered that guy with his Lab was watching all of this. He saw this very intimate act, saw everything that Ian did to me, and saw how I reacted. I wondered what he must have been thinking.
I felt myself blushing, but I did not want this to stop. This man knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. He was magic. He knew I didn't want him to insert his finger, only to gently tickle my special place, and only that place. He knew not to stop suckling me while he did this. It was as if he knew me and all of my sexual fantasies without any communication from me. I privately wondered what it would be like if he decided to replace his finger with his tongue. But that would not happen today, not here.
I tousled his hair while my arms encircled his head, my hips gyrating. Finally he let go my nipple, and I kissed him deeply. God Almighty, could that man kiss. He kissed me senseless. His lips were still warm, and now tasted faintly of my milk. He kissed my neck, my belly, and then returned his attention to my breasts.
I'd promised myself this encounter would not end in intercourse. I wanted to wait until we got to know each other better. At this point, I was sorely tempted to break my promise to myself. I knew, if I kept this up, I'd only become hopelessly aroused, but never satiated, and I knew poor Ian was frustrated by the rock-hard bulge poking me in the thigh. So, I decided to give him something special.
I shifted my weight, so I could reach down and fondle his hardness. I heard him inhale sharply. I unzipped his pants and began fondling and stroking his naked penis, which by this time, was very large, very hard and almost throbbing. It was a pity I had to waste it by not inviting him to penetrate me, but I could, at least, give him some relief by finishing him off with my very talented right hand, I reasoned.
It didn't take long for Ian to succumb to my skillful ministrations. The poor man was already so excited by all that had happened between us, that in no time he exploded into a very hard, very satisfying climax. I watched as the musculature of his neck flexed, his jaw clenched, and he grunted and growled through these final spasms of pleasure.
I smiled at him, and it made him self-conscious. "Are you laughing at me, minx?"
"You have a milk mustache", I informed him, gesturing to my own lips.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; his breathing was still rather labored. He took my face in his hands and kissed me gently on the lips, then the cheek. He smelled and felt so good. "Where did you learn to do that, you naughty....(kissing my neck).....lusty....(kissing my face)....vixen?
I kissed his lips before answering, "I'll take the 5th on that one, Mr. Kensington." He looked at me quizzically. "The 5th.....Amendment", I said.
"Oh, isn't that the bit about self-incrimination and such?"
"It is", said I. "You should read it; it's good stuff."
I stood and allowed Ian to put his clothing to rights, as I did my own. He then took my hand in his and placed a kiss on my knuckles. "You know, that chivalry business really turns me on. I've never met a man who does that. I fear it is a lost art, but you seem to have revived it. It can be very disarming."
He smiled. "That's the idea, kitten." Then he looked serious. "I want to see you again. When may I see you? You must come to my home."
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Even more ANR
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Posted:Nov 25, 2019 11:47 pm
Last Updated:May 22, 2024 8:26 pm
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I don't think I've explained myself correctly or given you the real, honest to God reason behind why I want to nurse.
I believe it's only fair and very important to explain to you WHY I have the desire to nurse, what drives the motivation, and why I want to do it.
For me, part of breastfeeding another person is based in the desire to bring comfort.
Being the altruist that I am, the idea of nurturing someone in a way that no one else in their life does, them depending on me for something only I can provide, and gaining sustenance and nourishment from me as nature intended the breast to function; those ideas are all very gratifying and I think it's why I love nursing so much. It's a way to calm anxiety, both mine and another person's, and the worries of everyday life seem to evaporate even if only for a short while. It's such an amazing and empowering thing to be able to provide that kind of comfort and solace for someone else.
Another part of my reasoning is that I don't want to become a burden on my partner, because the commitment and demand of an ANR is a great one. Last time we tried this, I became very sad because emotionally, it made our relationship both less and more stable.
More stable because the bond and the connection we share strengthens, but it's also less stable because while an ANR is a healthy co-dependence, it's still a co-dependence.
If the breasts are not emptied often enough they become painful and sore, and that can cause resentment between us, which is the last thing I want; and if I'm not feeling up to it, am sore, etc, then it can also cause resentment on his end because nursing is a time period in which we, as a couple, experience a release of anxiety (oxytocin i.e. the cuddle hormone).
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More ANR
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Posted:Nov 25, 2019 11:42 pm
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2020 1:13 pm
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For me, being able to nurse someone is almost unexplainable, but the best way I know how to describe it is: yes, there's eroticism involved because breastfeeding an adult is still primarily taboo in mainstream society, not to mention the let down reflex is almost like a mini breast-gasm.
But really, the biggest thing for me (being the altruist that I am) is the idea of caring for someone and nurturing him in a way that no one else in their life does or could. The idea that he's gaining sustenance from something I'm providing from my body as nature intended breasts to be used for.
A couple more reason are that breastfeeding lowers my chances of having breast cancer and it is moving my alveoli and breast tissue helping my injury lump reduce in size without surgery. After having been examined by 7 surgeons, I have to admit I'm very leery of that prospect!
ANR and lactating is also a way for me to shed the leftover shame/guilt I had from my pubescent years when, growing up in a German Catholic family , I developed very large breasts (I was a 34D by the time my last year of junior high ended) and my mother was very adamant about me not being a "show off" or attracting undesired attention, and so a part of me was ashamed of my breasts.
I used to wear minimizing bras, huge tee shirts, geez my posture was terrible , because I was a tall and seemed to be just all breasts.
When I was in college, I was into a 36DD and of course all the college guys saw one thing when they met me.
( @ ) ( @ )
Years later right before I turned 30, I got assaulted and had Janey.
With therapy and an intense desire not to transfer my shame and guilt to my , I educated myself about my body and began to develop a healthier image about my breasts, and so I reveled in them.
Now, I'm still tall, thick, juicy and now in a 42 I bra.
So there are a lot of reasons but the simplest one I can provide is that I love the idea of someone depending on me for something only I can provide, something straight from my body that nourishes them and causes that warm fuzzy feeling. It doesn't have to be erotic to be gratifying.
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ANR
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Posted:Nov 25, 2019 11:36 pm
Last Updated:Jan 18, 2020 4:44 am
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By definition an 'Adult Nursing Relationship' is any relationship in which a woman who is currently lactating is being suckled by her husband, or long term adult partner, as part of a continuing relationship.
One of the more typical reasons a woman may enter into this type of relationship is to recapture, or perhaps experience for the first time, the unparalleled inner peace and deep spiritual bonding which occurs during breast feeding.
For a variety of reasons a woman may want to experience the deep emotional pleasures of breast feeding, but may not want to take on the responsibility of parenting at that time.
When this is the case, the couple may elect to enter into an adult nursing relationship. The adult nursing relationship holds rewards for her partner also; as the nursing couple's bond deepens, he will experience a profound emotional/spiritual coalescence with his partner that few men ever have the opportunity to experience.
When this happens, the couple will experience all of the psychological and emotional sensitivities, both physically and spiritually, associated with postpartum breast feeding, but without the constraints of parenthood. In some cases, deeply committed, loving couples may exclude sexual contact altogether during their nursing sessions, and limit their breast feeding activities to spiritual and emotional coalescence only. In an adult nursing relationship: the quality of the relationship is more important than the quantity of milk.
In some cases, a deeply committed, loving couple may enter into an adult nursing relationship to create or enhance an already existing metaphysical interrelationship. The normal subconscious interrelationship which occurs during adult nursing can be cultivated into a metaphysical intercommunication between couples with psychic talents.
Metaphysical experiences are often sporadic and difficult to control; however, the spiritual coalescence of souls, which occurs during an adult nursing session, is one of the few times that the chaotic thought process of the conscious mind can be calmed to the point where a person can gain control over the subconscious thought process, and master psychic communication.
When the souls of a psychic couple are coalesced into a single state of being during the adult nursing ritual, they aren't just connected to each other, they are also coalesced with the incorporeal universe.
When the couples metaphysical talents are complimentary, their life force may be combined as if it were one, creating more power or energy than either could achieve as individuals.
Many nursing couples possess psychic communication without being fully aware of it. In deeply committed, loving relationships, it is not uncommon for a woman to be aware of her husbands thoughts and feelings, while her husband appears to be unaware of hers.
Quite often psychic communication travels in only one direction, and before a woman can become aware of her husbands thoughts, he must first open his inner self and connect with her psychically.
When deeply committed, loving couples take the time to learn how their individual talents compliment each other, they are better able to work together as a team.
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