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I sort of stumbled into an adult nursing relation with a dear friend. This occurred about 25 years ago, and it ended far too quickly. She was separated from her physically abusive husband at the time.
One evening she had prepared a dinner to thank me for being there for her when her jerk of a husband left her alone with two small boys, ages 6 months and 4 years old. After dinner we were sitting on her sofa talking about her situation when she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. As I began to rock her in my arms to comfort her she started to nuzzle at my neck and before I knew it, she had our shirts unbuttoned. She said that she needed to feel the closeness of hugging "skin on skin" as she put it.
The fact she had a baby sleeping in the other room, as well as her four year old was the farthest thing from my mind. And the fact that she was nursing hadn't even crossed my mind. As I kissed her neck, my lips instinctively wandered downward til they reached a hard nipple. As I started to suckle it exploded with such a flood that I was startled and choked at first. She was embarrassed and began to apologize.
But as I caught my breath, I said please wait, and slowly lowered my head to her breast. Slowly, I began to savor the sweet ambrosia that her bosom offered up to me. I can think of no other way to describe it, except perhaps like an addict's first dose of crystal meth. I was hooked for life and we continued with this intimate ritual 3 or 4 times a week for a couple of months.
Sadly, her parents talked her into taking that jerk of a husband back, (for the sake of the children, yeah right) and our relationship, sadly came to an end. I was married for 18 years to a lady who because of childhood molestation couldn't stand to have her breast touched, much less suckled.
I have now been divorced for 3 and 1/2 years and haven't found another "Angel" like my first experience. So now I've lived in a state of constant withdrawal for all of these years, searching for my soul mate.
One evening she had prepared a dinner to thank me for being there for her when her jerk of a husband left her alone with two small boys, ages 6 months and 4 years old. After dinner we were sitting on her sofa talking about her situation when she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. As I began to rock her in my arms to comfort her she started to nuzzle at my neck and before I knew it, she had our shirts unbuttoned. She said that she needed to feel the closeness of hugging "skin on skin" as she put it.
The fact she had a baby sleeping in the other room, as well as her four year old was the farthest thing from my mind. And the fact that she was nursing hadn't even crossed my mind. As I kissed her neck, my lips instinctively wandered downward til they reached a hard nipple. As I started to suckle it exploded with such a flood that I was startled and choked at first. She was embarrassed and began to apologize.
But as I caught my breath, I said please wait, and slowly lowered my head to her breast. Slowly, I began to savor the sweet ambrosia that her bosom offered up to me. I can think of no other way to describe it, except perhaps like an addict's first dose of crystal meth. I was hooked for life and we continued with this intimate ritual 3 or 4 times a week for a couple of months.
Sadly, her parents talked her into taking that jerk of a husband back, (for the sake of the children, yeah right) and our relationship, sadly came to an end. I was married for 18 years to a lady who because of childhood molestation couldn't stand to have her breast touched, much less suckled.
I have now been divorced for 3 and 1/2 years and haven't found another "Angel" like my first experience. So now I've lived in a state of constant withdrawal for all of these years, searching for my soul mate.
