A Day of Aching Breast and Heart

 

Yesterday was a busy day for my man. He made it home for lunch and dinner, but bosoming was crowded off the priority list by the need to return quickly to work. 

My heart and my breasts ached all day. I am trying to find words to describe it. It was worse than disappointment, worse than hunger and greater than need. It wasn’t a feeling of rejection, because I understood the reasons. Yet there was that deep aching pain, that intense longing both emotionally and physically. 

You just can not quiet the aching breast. I kept trying to find solace in the idea that bedtime bosoming was a sure thing. Ten o’clock came and went, then eleven. We finally climbed the stairs like zombies and dropped in bed after 2 am. For the first night since I can remember, there was no bedtime bosoming, but I too, could not stay awake a moment longer. I fretted in my sleep, wondering where our commitment to bring back the flow of milk went. I dreaded the morning with the thought that maybe he had changed his mind; maybe it was rejection after all. 

The alarm went off at 6am, just three and a half hours later. I actually expected him to reach over and re-set it, using our normal bosoming time for more sleep instead. 

My doubts and fears were laid waste by the intense eagerness in the pull on my nipples. I sighed loudly, and whispered in relief, “I was worried that you had changed your mind.” He came up for air just enough to emphatically say, “No way!” Then as if to prove it, he attacked my nipple with passion, almost burying it in his throat.

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Affection

 I am hoping to start some discussion on the different types of affection that can be expressed in bosoming, by both people. 

There are many assumptions that could be made, and they shouldn’t be. A common assumption by those outside of ANR is  that the one suckling is expressing a submissive affection. They are just as likely to assume that the women is expressing a dominant motherly or matronly affection. For some this is true. Some men even call her momma. Those are wonderful forms of affection, but they should not be assumed. 

Couples are using ANR to express various heartfelt feelings and mind sets. In some, the one who is offering the breast does so with an affection of honor mixed with their feeling of love. This is reminiscent of the tales in which warriors were given the milk from the breasts of grateful women, to give the warrior strength for battle. It also brings to mind the ancient painting of the aging Emperor being offered a breast of his subject. Whether this is the simple honor shown by a wife towards her husband or deep felt admiration and reverence, it is far from a dominant motherly affection. It is still nurturing, but the heartfelt reason for wanting to lovingly nurture her man is more than romantic affection or passion, it is also respectful honor and her voluntary subjection in this area. It is far from the motherly love and responsibility to provide nourishment. 

I have read personal stories where it is the woman being honored in her role as a “goddess,” and she is the more dominant person in the relationship. Yet she is still not mothering her man and is nor viewing him as a childish. He offers his lips to show adoration, not dependence. 

I could see a possibility where the bases of affection don’t necessarily correlate with each other. Perhaps both feel the admiration and the desire to please. Neither one of them is seeing themselves as receiving, but both giving. Of course it could be completely opposite where both see themselves on the receiving end of adoration. 

For some it is clearly a gift of loving affection and each of them are on both the giving and receiving ends. There is a mutual respect and honor between two mature adults who love each other and want to share an intensely intimate act of affection. Both are being emotionally nurtured by the other in this act of intimacy. 

There was a time in our relationship years ago, when my husband and I had just dealt with some serious relationship issues. Sex was emotionally uncomfortable for me, because of where the rest of our relationship was. I felt a need to spend intimate time together that was non-sexual, and slowly work our way back into our sexual relationship. One of the little rituals that came about was my desire to towel dry him after his morning shower. It sounds silly, but it was what it was. I wanted to caress him in a non sensual way to show him I still loved him, and I had a desire to give myself to him, but in a lesser intimate way. At first, he just tolerated it. After about a week, I could tell he was growing impatient with the whole thing. I asked him why it bothered him. He said, “Because I am a grown man, and I can dry myself off. I don’t like being treated like a kid.” Whoa!  I had seriously miscommunicated my affection and needs. Then I explained to him, my desire was to serve him, not mother him. I asked him to look at it in the way that oriental women traditionally serve their men. It was a way to show an affectionate honor and admiration, not motherly affection. Once he knew my real intention, it was well received. 

Communication is important, no matter what your reason is for desiring or participating in ANR. The feelings present are bound to be more than just the physical sensations of nipples and lips. The act is too intimate to be only physical. What emotions and affections are being shared? How does it make you feel? What do you want the other person to feel? Perhaps it changes over time, or changes from one session to the next. Maybe at first it is enough just to do it. Eventually though, I think you will grow trusting enough to make yourself even more vulnerable and really communicate your heartfelt affection and what it is you are experiencing. 

Do you know your own bases of affection? Do you know what way your spouse is feeling? How does this express your relationship? Perhaps I am leaving you with something to ponder. I would love to hear your thoughts in this area.

His Milkmaid

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Weekends

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A Clock Free Day

Weekends are wonderful. As much as I enjoy the the  rhythm of the Monday through Friday schedules, I always look forward to the rare weekends when there is no need to watch the clock. We got out of bed when we were ready too, not when we “had too.” We ate when we got hungry, not on a clock. We rushed or hurried, only because it felt good, and we started and stopped whatever we were doing because, well just because. No reason needed.

With a family as large as mine, rarely is there a day that is flexible and not dependent on the clock. Today though, was one of those days. We took advantage of today’s freedom to live by impulse. We got in the extra snuggling times and they lasted longer than we are usually allowed.

Is this what it will be like when we are retired? I wonder if then, we will miss the hustle and bustle of a large family and businesses to run like clock work.  I have to admit the challenge of stealing away some time, and splurging those moments on “quickies” lends to some excitement. Spontaneous bursts of pent up passion snuck into impossible schedules…

Well for now, that is the norm. So it is nice to get a day like today… a day where every longing, every ache, gets answered.

His Milkmaid

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