I was so fortunate to attend a Lactation Fetish and ANR support group meeting last night. Some of us got together and spent a few hours talking about our experiences and answering each other’s questions. There were five women present and two men, including my husband. Three of us women are currently lactating for adults or our ourselves, and two of the ladies were there to learn and consider their own journey. Other had RSVP-ed and could not make it. We hope to do it again.

I am not about to give the location out, simply because my blog here is so personal, and I have decided to keep my location as vague as possible. I met the others on a website for fetishes, FetLife.com. The site has some informative groups on lactation that I will be including in my links on the side of the page soon. I was pleasantly surprised to see the hundreds if not thousands of FetLife readers who are interested in lactation.

One of the ladies I have met through the site has become my closest friend, (outside of my husband.) She did not know that re-inducing was possible until after I had met her, but her interest in it lead us to more conversations, and we quickly became close friends. Our husbands are also friends. Needless to say, this is beyond anything I ever imagined for myself. After almost three years of not speaking openly about lactation, face to face, with anyone but my husband, I now have close friends and many acquaintances with who I can be open to, and accepted.

I like to think that my blog and many of the other blogs that have been around for the last few years are making a difference in the willingness of others to consider adding this extremely intimate relationship to their lives. In any case, I feel rewarded for my past efforts, and I am glad I can share this good news with you.

(As a journal entry, this is three and a quarter years into my journey.)

His Milkmaid

The amount time we put into bosoming is no more and no less than it has been. I has not turned into any kind of a fetish. The newness has wore off, in that I don’t think about it as much, and it is fitting in our lives comfortably. The newness may be gone, but is even more special than before. The erotica is still there and our sex life is still running hot. My mate is getting a little more expressive in his enjoyment of our bosoming, which includes a slight aggressiveness. I love it.

We had a very special date night a week ago. We went to dinner, saw a movie, and rented a cheap room. We were both very wound up to start with, but later we talked a lot.

They say not to talk about sex in the bedroom; to do it somewhere neutral. I think that is important if you have something negative to say, but things have been going so well between us, that  there wasn’t anything negative.

I got to express some of the “new to me” ideas that had been tumbling in my head regarding sex. I got to ask him a lot of questions too. Sometimes as couples we leave hints and hope our mate understands. I had been seeing and hearing hints, but I wasn’t really sure what he was trying to say. This was one of those times where we felt so comfortable and so connected that we could tell each other anything, not leaving it to hints. It was a time of more discovery between us. The intimacy was awesome. It had been since our anniversary in February that we last had a talk that was so revealing and sharing. It was really special. Our connection definitely deepened. This went on for awhile, things would get hot, then we would take a break and snuggle and talk, then being rested we would be at each other again, lol. I think it was around 4am before we collapsed the final time and said good night. In the morning we showered and made love again before leaving for home.

Whenever we have one of these special times, the days that follow are richer than before. That is how it is. After 25 years of marriage you would think that there was nothing new to learn about each other, but people change; so there is always something new to learn. Our relationship has matured, and contrary to what some people expect, that is a good thing. We are comfortable with who we are and with each other. Comfortable does not mean bored or complacent. Just the opposite; it means we feel free to be adventurous and try new things. We know that we have unconditional love and no embarrassment , mistake, or surprise is going to change that. Even if an idea is rejected, the person will not be. We know what makes each other tick, and we know what buttons to push to please each other. We are still finding new buttons, but making use of the many we have learned too.

There was a time, 14 years ago, when I could have told you we were staying together for the kids. We loved each other, but we were struggling with every kind of intimacy, and resentment was king. Things improved with counseling, date nights, new communication, and forgiveness. I started thinking that maybe once the children are grown we might still have a chance. Now, so much good has developed between us in the last 6 months, that I look forward to our time alone together when the nest is empty. (Not that I am in any hurry for my children to grow up and leave.)

I am very happy, and never even imagined being so happy. My life is not a fairy tale, it has it’s challenges, but it is rich; very rich.

PS. I have prayed a lot for my marriage over the years, and I am blessed to see those prayers answered.

There isn’t a significant change in milk quality or quantity, even though I am limiting my calories and losing weight. I am careful to drink lots of water.

I do think my breasts look smaller empty than they use too. This is normal for me. It seems that the first place I lose weight is in my breast. Maybe I just notice it there more.  This effect of weight loss has always hampered my incentive to lose weight. I am not endowed with much when my weight is ideal, so I usually compromise and stay on the curvy side. This time I hope to be able to afford less compromising on my weight, because of my lactating breasts.

There have been some very special times the last few weeks. The intimacy during our bosom times is becoming almost surreal. It has been dreamy during those waking up and falling asleep bosomings, but now even the times when I am standing are dreamy.

I am orgasmic more frequently without stimulation, other than my nipples and the highly emotional bliss and connection I feel to him. The love making afterwards is both physically and emotionally intense, and I am inclined to cry happy tears later just thinking about those times.

Humor has always been a part of our relationship. It is a given with my mate. Now to mix this humor with such emotionally intense moments makes it special in a way, that I doubt I can describe. 

You probably already know “the girls.”  Well, Kerry usually gets to go first, because Kelly needs the extra time to warm up. Kelly has earned her naughty reputation for playing hard to get, but once she gets going she’s hot, and her milk gushes all at once.

When my mate is home for lunch, I usually stand between his knees while he sits on the edge of the bed. This leaves us each of with both hands free for caressing. While Kerry is being suckled, I will often take Kelly and rub her against my mate’s face. Sometimes he will lean his head on Kelly while I hold her there. A couple of times he has gotten milk in his ear. lol.

Lunch time bosoming, more often than not, ends in a hot “nooner.” He accuses Kelly of whispering naughty things in his ear. He will hold her up to his ear and ask, “What did you just say?”  Then he will lovingly torment me with multiple orgasms to the point that at I am exhausted. He tells me he couldn’t help himself; Kelly made him do it.  She was threatening to withhold milk if he didn’t promise to make Kitty happy. He tells me they are in cahoots with each other.

This may all sound like pure silliness to an outsider, but in our intimate relationship, the smiles it brings are endearing memories I will never forget.

Our bosoming relationship is still moving intimately deeper and much sweeter. I am a very happy lady.

I am in my second week of my cycle, so as normal for me… there was an increase of milk the first week. We also noticed a definite increase each time I eat oats, particularly Cheerios. lol. I don’t even care for Cheerios… they taste like cardboard, though fruit helps. I was trying this because I heard it made a difference for someone else. I am happy with my milk supply, but curiosity got the best of me, so I tried it more than a few times. The results were consistent. I realize this could be the oats, or it could be the power of suggestion. There has been no medical reason as to why oats would be a galactalogue. It has though, been handed down through generations as an aid to lactation.

This is silly, but I am becoming fond of my nipples. They look prettier to me, and yummier. I pay particularly close attention to that moment that passes between my mate opening his mouth and my nipple disappearing inside. It sends tingles up my spine, even more so than before.

Immediately prior to release he has this little routine that lasts only moments. I am not sure exactly what he does, but it feels really good and sends vibrations south. Then as he lets loose, he gently stretches my nipple, reaching the end with a “pop” as it snaps back to my breast. It is so stimulating and sexy, but sad at the same time. Even if I know we are not done; just switching sides… The short routine is like a lusty “good by until later” kiss… arousing, but with a sad note.

It is getting harder to postpone bosoming. It is starting to go past “uncomfortable” to “VERY uncomfortable.” I have a high pain threshold, so I won’t say “painful” yet. 

Our schedule is the same.

• Morning, 6am weekdays and 7AM-sh weekends
• Lunch time, somewhere between 12:30 and 1:30 
• After work, anywhere from 5:30 to 6:30
• Bed time, 10:00 or later 

We gave up the 2am after my milk was established. He was tired all day when he wasn’t sleeping through the night, every night.  Now that my milk is established, sleeping through the night is usually not a problem. Once in a while it is, and I wake him up. He is a good sport if I do. It happens rarely, so it is not a big deal.

This morning my breasts woke me up at 5:15. There was no going back to sleep for me. He was sleeping so hard, that I couldn’t bare to wake him. I knew the alarm would be going off soon, so I waited it out.

I had drank lots of water yesterday morning, so by lunch time my breast were extremely uncomfortable…OK, they hurt. LOL. We were not even late. I think it was the water I drank. Water makes a big difference for me. I try to drink a glass after every time we bosom. Yesterday morning I was thirsty and kept refilling my glass that I keep by at my desk. 

I think he actually got tired of trying to keep up with the milk flow. He had to unlatch and take a deep breath. It accrued to me that it is possible to one day have too much milk. I can hear some of you guys saying out there saying, “No way! Well, I would of thought that was unlikely too. Thing is I don’t have what I would consider a lot of milk. It is nothing compared to when I had babies.

Until we are both retired and have nothing more pressing to do than spend hours a day snuggled together, too much milk can become a problem.

We have done good to carve a couple twenty to thirty minute niches out of our day. Lunch time is often leisurely. Other times though, he has to get back to the office to hit a dead line.  After work we have evening activities to prepare for; ball practice, volunteer work, or company coming.  If we bosom long in the morning, it makes it too easy to fall back to sleep. If we are tired at bed time falling asleep is again a possibility. Twenty to thirty minutes is ideal for THIS couple, who still works and has school aged children at home.

It is a good thing this is a supply and demand issue, right?  Well not exactly. Which is why he would help me out when I had babies. (OK, I am now sure it was more than compassion on his part.) There are days when the milk seems to have a mind of it’s own; like after I drink tons of water. (smile.)

My mate has got this down to an art. He always makes it enjoyable. First he just enjoys the let down and the milk flowing on its own. Before we are through he has kneaded each breast making sure no milk is stubbornly hiding. After all the milk is gone he relaxes a little and keeps suckling a bit, or it has becomes foreplay and… Well, then no one is watching the time or falling asleep. (smile)

Oh for the days when we can just lounge around and not look at the clock… Those days are sure to come too fast. The days we presently live in are really bliss enough. I enjoy my children and the activity around me. I like “sneaking off” and hiding away in our room in the middle of a rush of activity.  We come out of our room laughing and run down the stairs ready to get on with our plans.

Wow, it has been four months; a third of a year. Spring is peeking around the corner. Yesterday after school, my daughter put her bathing suit on and tried to catch some sun on the deck. The birds are back. Peepers are in the creek. and the daffodils are up.

I am looking forward to bosoming through the seasons. We have a lovely private balcony off  the master bedroom that I plan to put to good use.  Family fishing is going to be a trick. We are gone before sun up and home at dark. Oh boy! Any ideas?