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

We have begun to “re-induce” the flow milk the last couple of weeks. I don’t know what made the change in my husband’s desire, but recently he voiced his desire to bring back the milk. So we are back to bosoming more than morning and night, and trying to get bosoming in 4 to 5 times a day.

Because we never quit completely, the drops turned in to an occasional spray within the matter of a week.  I am also feeling that aching in my breasts and under my arms again. It is a good feeling, because I know it is a sign of progress.  

We have planned a honeymoon of sorts for the first weekend in November. Since it will be our bosom anniversary, I have decided to try pumping this week. My pump came in today. I will let you know how that works out. It is a manual pump, because an electric one is both too noisy and too large to keep secret from our children. It would be an extra nice treat to have milk flow, or at least consistent sprays back by our special weekend. I am planning on a two to three hour schedule, working the pump in between our normal bosoming times.

The intense intimacy and the stark naked vulnerability returned immediately with the re-commitment to set aside more intimate time together. I had not noticed that it had faded some, but now that the intensity is back it is obvious that it had. I am looking forward with excitement to our special weekend without the children.

His Milkmaid

Welcome to the blog world wonderful lady and dear friend to many!

NursingMySoldier is blogging at http://nursingmysoldier.blogspot.com/  I will be adding her to my blog roll.

Every time you visit her page, think of our men and women who serve in our militaries and their families who wait for them at home. Hold them in your heart, honor them in your thoughts, and lift them in your prayers.

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?