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Posted 6/02 [M 55] I still have not gotten over the joy of lactation. I have always enjoyed and still enjoy suckling on my wife's 38DD breasts and would love to hear from you. I really do love large breasts.

Posted 5/02 [F 40] My husband and I have been a suckling couple for over a year. I have long since stopped nursing our son after two full years. We find the suckling experience both emotionally and sexually stimulating and has been a big boost in our sexual activiites. My husband nurses me 3 times a day and much more on the week ends. We discovered accidently weeks ago when it became impossible to nurse for 30 hours I became very engorged. At the point when it became possible to suckle my milk was goshing and running run everywhere. This aroused my husband to new heights. I mounted him on top and placed him inside of me whereon he massaged my breasts and watched the milk drop down on his chest. Shortly after he brought me forward and he gently suckled my nipples until the pressure was gone. He said he had never experienced such an intense climax before. After we both were satisfied, we laid down side by side where he suckled both! breasts dry. But here is my problem, he wants to do this every week or so. I'm afraid allowing my breasts to engorge to such an extent purposely will damage either the tissues or begin to hinder my bountiful flow of milk. We both find such enjoyment out of suckling that I don't want to do anything to harm this experience. I am a female aged 40.

Posted 4/02 [F 46] For the 50 year old woman who would like to induce lactation: Fenugreek should be taken as a tincture, 30 drops in water 4 times per day. You'll know you're taking enough when you start to smell of maple syrup. While fenugreek is a known galactagogue for milk production in cows, it has never been studied in humans. The herb, Blessed Thistle (aka Milk Thistle) is known for increasing milk supply in humans and the recommended dosage is the same as for fenugreek. The two herbs can be used together. Mother's Milk Tea can also be used, steeping the tea for 10 minutes, 3 cups per day. Rolling the nipples won't do anything towards inducing milk production. Rent a hospital-grade pump and work up to pumping both breasts simultaneously, working up to 15 minutes 8 times per day. These are some of the methods used to increase and/or induce milk production. Hope this helps.

Posted 1/02 [F 50] I am a 50 year old woman who is very interested in lactation. I am taking fenugreek, mother's tea, and rolling nipples every 4 hours. My question is twofold...Are there any chatrooms where i can meet women with same interests without being ostracised for my desires? I have had 2 children, now 27 and 25. I am involved with another woman who would like to nurse from me. Secondly, what will increase milk production the most effieient way?

Posted 12/01 [M] There is nothing sexier than a woman with breast milk. It is the best turn on in the whole world. I love the taste of breast milk. I am always looking for a girl friend who has milk.

[F 51] I am a single straight 51yrs woman who loves playing with my nipples they are so sensitive! I love to have them sucked so much I find myslef playing with them constantly. Altho not too big 36DD, want to start pumping them.
I have spent all night on pumps, breast and nipple and breast pumps for feeding.

[M 52] I'm now a 52 year old male, but what I'm writing about occured when my 24 year old son and my 20 year old daughter were being breast fed by my wife. She had loads of milk and was always wet, even with breast pads in her nursing bra she would wet her blouse or jumper. When it came to sex it was great. During intercourse she would become really turned on and milk would squirt all over the place. We often had to change the bed afterwards.
Eventually we came up with a strategy. During foreplay I would fondle her breats and gently lick her nipples. When I had obatined an erection she would get on top of me and let me enter her. WE would start intercourse but I would suck on her nipples alternately and remove some of her milk. I found this very satisfying and so did she and we would orgasm very quickly. I also enjoyed the taste. It as a shame when she stopped breast feeding as I enjoyed drinking her milk so much.

[M 50] i was delighted to read your own account and those of your correspondents who are turned on by lactation. i am as much, if not more, into sensuality as sex and i think that contemporary society's fascination with breasts on one hand and embarrassment about their natural function on the other is neither consistent nor sensible. surely the beauty of a woman's breasts can only be enhanced when they are doing what they are supposed to do.
despite my fascination for lactation i have felt constrained by our taboos. i have resisted suckling my lovers' breasts as much as i'd like to because it isn't 'manly'. and much as i've wanted to taste the breast milk of friends, ex's and former flatmates who have been feeding their babies i've bottled out of mentioning my desire - even to the one former lover who had encouraged me to suckle her breasts years before she met and married her husband because she hoped it would induce lactation and she'd heard how pleasurable lactation could be. but somehow when she was nursing her babies the taboos kicked in and i felt that i dare not mention our attempt to bring milk to her breasts when we had been lovers. i doubt that i am alone in this limbo between desire and taboo.
on another occasion when visiting a nursing friend i was sorely tempted to ask her for some of her milk when she left her swollen breasts out after feeding her son - yet i felt too inhibited to reach over with a finger, wipe the milk off his face and lick my finger and then hold out my cupped hand below her distended nipple for 'some more' ...as oliver twist might have asked. but for twenty minutes i thought about nothing else. on another occasion i was on a sailing holiday with a couple of close friends whose younger daughter had decided to wean herself and although my friend was in great discomfort with milk which i longed to help express or drink - and even though we'd talked about everything under the sun - i felt i could not ask what was on my mind. she said years later that she'd spent the weekend aching and leaking through the bandages with which she'd bound her breasts.
i was delighted a few months ago when a close woman friend admitted in company over dinner that she was fascinated by large breasts and that she wanted to be enveloped by them and suckle them although she had never considered herself as a having any lesbian tendencies. she felt she was a heterosexual mother of two who just happened to love breasts and regretted that her own were too small to suckle herself. she reckoned this fascination started in her childhood when she used to watch her very buxom aunt undressing and taking of layers of complicated-looking slips, stockings, corsets and highly engineered brassieres. i would dearly like to help her realise her fantasy by asking a heavy breasted woman of my acquaintance if she would oblige. but how could i raise the topic without causing offence to the lady who must be very self conscious of her breast size because she wears tent-like clothes?
the lady of 36 who wrote about her pleasure in suckling her own large nippled breasts has broken the taboo of lactation being practised only so long as there is a baby to feed. i have heard nursing mothers, including my sister talk of the sensual pleasure of breast feeding and regretting when their babies weaned them selves but none, to my knowledge, has gone as far as your correspondent and continued to milk themselves. my girlfriend was delighted when we managed to produce a few drops of milk after we'd paid lots of attention to her breasts but she never got to the stage of being able to express a drinkable quantity. i would dearly like to have the experience of feeling the slippery erect nipple of a woman had just suckled herself slip across my cheek before i fastened on to it.
given the interest in breast milk by both men and women who are not parents does any one know of a tried and tested way to induce lactation in women who have not yet given birth. i have heard of a lactation inducing prescription drug called 'domperidone' - no relation to the champagne - but i have never met anyone who has used it for that purpose. does any one know of any doctors who might prescribe it because of the health advantages to women who have experienced lactation? surely there can be no medical ethical reasons against such prescription? i understand that domperidone may be bought over the counter in mexico but it's rather expensive to get to mexico from scotland. does any of your readers have any experience of this? and has anyone any advice on what sort of breast pump we should buy?
i would dearly love to help express milk from the breasts my lover and i would love to suckle her milk as she suckled my cum just before we turned round to kiss one another and exchange tastes and fluids. and i would love to waken on a saturday or sunday morning and nuzzle a lactating breast in semi-wakefulness. even if wet nurses still exist i'm sure they too feel some taboo about feeding an adult couple. again, has anyone any experience of this?

[F 36] I am 36 yrs and had my first child at 30 yrs.Myself and my husband have decided not to have any more. While i was breast feeding my 1st child, my hubby tasted it and liked my breast milk. I too loved when he suckled from me. Now, during our sex play everyday, he loves to suck my nipples and wants me to lactate and feed him everyday which i also love to, I love him very much, but dont really know how to do it. Anyone who cud share their exprienceses?

Posted 11/01 [M] I love women who love milking their breasts or sucking on those big dark nipples I would like to be breast feed by a women who is lactating sucking on those dark sweet warm breasts full of milk if there any women would love me to milk her breasts I ready to suck on those milky tits I even pay her if she wants money for her milk also her breasts will began to grow as I am empty those breasts and when they fill up I don`t care how a women's breasts get when sucking on breast milk

Posted 10/01 [F 50] I`m trying to lactate..I`ve been div.for ten yrs..I never had children and i`ve always wanted milk..I think it is so erotic to breastfeed someone you love..The lady that wrote how she loved to suck her own breast milk..I can identify with sucking your own breast..It`s easier for me to self suck than it is to use a pump..I`ve always liked my nipples sucked, since i`ve been doing this i get so turned on and love to suck my nipples it seems like i can`t keep my hands off my breast and i`m constantly wanting to suck them..I feel very embarressed about it but i can`t seem to quit my boyfriend loves to watch me and it really turns him on..
There is such a big taboo about Adult Nursing and i see nothing wrong with it..To induce lactation i`ve found that it takes a lot of dedication..I haven`t started lactating it`s only been a couple of weeks, but i see the difference in my breast already my breast are fuller my nipples are bigger..If i never lactate at least it gives better breast and nipples LOL..I`ll be sure and stay in touch Joan..Also i`m going to try the herb Fenugreek..Fancy!

Posted 6/01 [F 27 - M] Until seven weeks ago, My wife Norma and I lived quiet, ordinary lives in the stylish neighborhood of La Recoleta in Buenos Aires, Argentina, faithful to each other while raising our three-year-old girl, Fatima. (Although ample before our baby, her breasts have grown, now producing more than a liter of milk each, every six to seven hours, saved in containers in the fridge for every cooking need—sauces, soufflés, cakes, hot chocolate, over cereals in the morning, and of course drunk cold by us and all our friends). Norma has a spectacular, firm body, since she is in fact a devoted and sometimes professional salsa dancer, her breasts measuring 100 centimeters, her waist 60, and her hips 88 (39 inches, 23", and 33," I think). Fortunate beneficiary of her Spanish-Negro-German-Mapuche Indian heritage, she has light coffee-with-cream skin and thick black hair that sweeps her bottom when she kneels to brush it—and no hair anywhere on or under her arms and none on her legs, nor between her legs at all, except a black thatch sparse on her mound. She is miraculously smooth. Until seven weeks ago I was only her third lover. Serendipitously, our lives changed on her 27th birthday.
We went out for dinner, then dancing, which never starts until after midnight in Buenos Aires. Like most young women in summer here, Norma wore nothing beneath her soft and close-fitting, pale-yellow summer dress, nor stockings on her long legs, only white, deceptively delicate dancing sandals on her feet. Argentine women are not afraid to dress sexy. Although she is 27, and despite her being top-heavy, her dancer’s litheness gave her the coiled look of any teenage beauty out to capture the world’s attention at a dance. Her eyes flashed in their black depths, a man-magnet. Arriving late, about two o'clock—we ordered Brazil's famous caipirosca—limes crushed with lots of sugar, vodka, and cracked ice. (Here I should mention that she drinks only in the company of people who love and protect her, like me or her girlfriends, because upon having very little of an alcoholic drink Norma is transformed from the somewhat guarded, reserved animal of Argentine society she normally is, into an easy sexual target for any interested male.) There at the table, watching the dancers after our first drink, she was already swaying with the music and kissing me on the neck and washing my ear with her tongue, while drawing glances from nearby tables (she's so beautiful and young, every inch an Argentine, and although I am stylishly dressed, fit and still attractive, I am, after all, a North American and comparatively very old—an alliance understood and reasonably well accepted in Latin America).
A black man came to our table just as I was about to take her hand and lead her to the dance floor, introduced himself as a member of an American basketball team doing an exhibition match in BA, and asked if he might dance with Norma. She was hesitant at first because he stood before us obviously much more than six and a half feet tall (she, 5' 4"), but he was friendly and gentlemanly-soft-spoken, and after a bit of cajoling from both us men, Norma went, still doubtful, to dance. I'll let her tell what happened in her own words:
I am afraid. But his laugh is warm and he holds me carefully, respectfully, like I am his aunt’s favorite teacup, so I laugh too and pull him to dance like I am the man and he a woman and he laughs some more and I am not so afraid. Imagine! He is so tall and I am so small! He is a nice dancer and soon I close my eyes and let him move me. I lay my face on his white shirt and under it feel his belly muscles stroke my cheek, or maybe with the alcohol warm in my brain it is my cheek caresses his belly! I don’t care. His belt buckle is cold and feels good where I rest my chin, and now the music goes with the sweet vodka from my belly into my legs so the hearts of the musicians are moving my hips. With the music now in my body I am not afraid, no matter who this giant is! I think now he feels my rhythm and he moves easy, twirls me, pushes me a little away to spin me and slowly brings me again to him, my breasts warm on his legs. Alcohol drink maybe coming up now into my nipples and it is so hot between us I could breathe nice here until I go to sleep without ever talking to anyone. My milk is coming, wetting my dress and maybe his trousers but it doesn’t seem important. I feel I am in the deep shade of a forest, resting against a tree that can feel music. I lower my chin to rest again on the cold belt buckle and instead I lean on something warm and very, very soft. It is damp. There in the close dark, above his trousers, his belt loose but his pants buttoned, is just the helmet of his cock, close to my lips. It is dark and everyone, so many couples, are dancing as we dance so close and can see, like us, nothing but each other. I smell his man smell, his cock smell, and now he pulls me against him so the lips of his cock kiss mine. He wets my lips and makes them sticky with salt-sweet liquid that I know in the most woman part of my mind is the milky spring in the small valley of the helmet of his cock. I begin to kiss a little, to rub his velvet softness on my nose and mouth and chin and I am breathing all his aromas into me so they go everywhere. I really feel how excited he is, and so I know it is okay to open my mouth. I dip my face, like it is part of the dance (Cielos, lo es—Heavens it is!), and let him push up into me. Just the helmet completely fills my mouth! The softness closes my throat and my lips just hold in the rim of the crown, pressing into the smooth hard part further down, where he is so hard I think my teeth might break if he moves wrong! Now his cock is long so that I do not have to bend to him, and he is holding me so tight and I am a little crazy now. He is so clean! I like his smell, and he is so hard I know he would hurt me if this comes into my belly, so rigido! like homemade candy poles they sell in the streets in summer! I am breathing the hot air and all the aromas rising between us and now letting him push to close my throat and pull until he almost slips from between my lips and bang again against my throat, but not too hard so I know he is being kind with me.
Soon his legs are vibrating, and now I move to help him, wanting to milk him into me. He is fucking my mouth, his belly like iron where I push my forehead. In a moment his legs become so still and stiff they are really like trees, and he swells in my mouth and becomes very big so I cannot breathe. Really! Just his mushroom fills my mouth! My jaw hurts, and although I cannot breathe, it will be all right for as long as he wants. I feel a tickle, a pressure in my throat, like the stream of warm water the dentist shoots into your mouth, and suddenly I am not so drunk and I know in all my mind and body, in my breasts and in my legs where they join, all the way up to where babies want to be born —in fire melting my concha so that I feel my honey drip hot on my legs—that I am drinking this man's milk! It pours into me fast. I am trying to swallow. There is too much and some goes in my nose and I must sniff to catch it before it wets my face, like when I have a cold (his milk is my first from a black man, so like any man's, but his is so much and this man's milk is so sweet and salty, thick, very thick, and sticky between my lips and his cock and in my throat and on my chin. My breasts are wet with his milk. He finishes in me so many times and he does not become soft. Until the music stops I hold this musky plant of the dark undergrowth of forests so hot in my mouth and, like a stingy old lady, swallow only very little sometimes, to make this rich aroma and thick treasure last. I push the air again and again through my nose to savor his aroma, loving this love he has given me with all his heart. Poor baby! I can tell these are beautiful secret things he is leaning to tell in my ear, this first-world giant brought down to worship a simple, ordinary little Latin girl; he is almost crying but very happy). At the end of the music I notice my breasts have his milk and with my fingers I lift it into my mouth and then clean me a little with his shirt. I smell so strong of him! We go back to the table and I know I am still a little drunk but very happy, and I think I could do anything! I am thinking what a wonderful secret is in my mouth!
But as I pass Douglas he pulls me to sit on his legs and kisses me. He pulls from me, looks in my eyes, and then kisses me again, now very much with tongues deep and drinking from me and I know he discovers my secret, then he smiles to make me happy, hugs me, and I sit in my chair. But the tall basket player invites very polite if we would sit at the table with him and his friends, and Douglas asked me and so we went there.
The men were so nice with me, some more young than me (I have 27 years) and some older but all making piropos, compliments, saying they never see a woman like me (in my little pale yellow summer dress all the tops of my breasts are strong to see in the light, very round because now with the excitement I am so full of milk I am spraying a little and my dress is some wet and my nipples are there to see. I can see the basket player I danced with is speaking in the ear of one other player while he smiles into my eyes with much love. Someone asks for drinks for everybody, and Douglas says yes it is okay with him if I have one more drink, I know am safe with him.
There were maybe ten maybe twelve basket players, I danced with all, and after each one, because he asked, I came to kiss Douglas with the basket players’ secrets in my mouth (the basket players watched us kiss and were smiling for us! ). One was too aggressive and anyway so tall!, maybe 230 cms. [6' 10"], so I told him no every time when he asked to dance, but then about 4 in the morning he was the only one I had refused and Douglas said he was such a poor man dieing to dance with me and I went with him. But this time so late like always they turn out all lights except little colored ones that make no light, so many couples can love each other in the dark.
Now came the music of the Menearía, it is a mountain village dance where men hold the woman's cola, her ass, tight to his hips and she leans very far ahead like she wants to escape from him (so his penis can push low and very hard in the valley of her cola and he can move there with the music, pulling her hard to him with his arm around her hips and it is so dark no one sees, and many times I have felt a man’s heat and hardness on my ano [anus] and then it is wet there when I put my hand after to my dress or my bombachas, my panties (I never told Douglas before how the dance is really, since he is shy to dance! I tell him always no, it is an innocent dance of playing, but I know he is not convinced). Now the basket player takes me to the darkest corner of this enormous dance place and I teach him the moves and tell him the history of the dance, and I feel muy tonta, very silly he is so tall and I am like a midget girl. His laughing makes me laugh and then he turns me and picks me into the air to fit my cola to him like I explained and my breasts are mostly in the air, my nipples I am afraid to fall free, and we move. But I am like a little doll with my feet far from the floor and my black hair a wonderful curtain around me not to see others, except between my legs. Immediately I feel he is hard and so very big on my cola, and his balls warm and full against my cuevita, my cave, and his penis hard, hard hard against me so no mistake that I feel him arrarme, to plow me (I think he really wants to make the valley deeper between my cachetes de miel, my sweet cheeks!), and it is so exciting I let him move me like he wants. My dancing is only to push so that I open more and he can feel me better how my heat is asking for him, and I think I could be like this all night!.
But in a little while he lifts me away with both hands a moment, then pulls me tight to him again, and now I am sure he is under my dress (so easy!) against my wet concha and I can sure feel his penis with my thighs! I am dripping so much and yes want him. I reach between my legs and hold his balls soft to me many moments while I try to between my breasts see him in the dark, but then he lifts me so nice and easy in the air so that my breasts and my hair float for a moment, and when I fall again to him he is hard to the entrance of me, and I think No! he will hurt me, but then I only feel Yes please, and then he is in so hard and wonderful I want him to come to my throat and let me taste him! I am immediately coming so the honey of my concha is down my legs like I am peeing. I was in heaven, he with one big hand holding me across my breasts and I am sure he can feel how much milk is coming with all one breast in his hand and the other wetting his arm. His other arm is like wonderful steel around my hips. We move with the music—he with all my weight in his arms and moving all of me, and I only the muscles to milk his cock, so I don't care about anything. I push down hard to let him into my womb, and when my breasts fall over his arm, milk arcs from my nipples to wet the floor (I am looking between my breasts to try to see him in me but it is too dark!), and he really fucked me, moving me on him with his legs still like hot stone on a summer mountain, and me moving so that my breasts moved wet on his arm and my hair disappearing in the dark to the floor. When I look to the side I see that a couple dancing like us is watching me and this giant black man and I know they are maybe jealous, or shocked, or happy for us. I cannot tell you how it is when he comes. With my husband I come so many times, but with this man I am coming always and it is getting so strong so I am a little afraid my heart will stop, and I don't care. At first I feel he is moving me littler moves and faster, so my climax climbs to my belly like a burning balloon that someone is filling from a hot pipe pushed up my concha. In a moment I am so coming my mouth is open big for air and I know I am yelling into the music, and then he holds me against him so that he is hurting me, and for a long time with my fingertips pressed between his balls and his ano I feel every pulso as he injects me, his balls in my hand so firm. I think in my womb, opening it for him like an enormous bowl you want to fill with hot milk
The music of the menearía is long, maybe fifteen minutes, so for a long time after he finishes in me he holds me there and I am like a soft doll hanging from his waist, while he moves more slowly in me and with my fingers I touch where he enters me and bring his milk to taste in my mouth. When the music stops and some small lights come on, I look and some couples are watching us with very big eyes. Only with my eyes and my hands squeezing his I tell this man, his name is Robert, thank you thank you thank you.
When I sat again at the table by Douglas I pulled his hand under the table onto my cuevita (my little cave) and pushed all I could of this basket player's milk from me into his hand. I really think everyone at the table can smell his milk and my honey hot from my concha and on my legs.

Posted 2/01 [M] You asked for comments about the lady (2/1/00) who mentioned having to use a breast pump to keep her breasts flowing at her husband's request, while he is traveling. (Her son has gotten teeth, and she decided to wean him) It's a small problem that she has to use a pump for the very great benefits she and her husband derive. If my wife had ever gotten pregnant, I'd have never let her quit lactating. Like another of your writers, I must have been a bottle fed baby, and have never recoverd from it. I still just love suckling her boobies, and would be in heaven if I was getting 'more' out of it, and by the way she enjoys it too. The benefits of continuing lactation are extremely above and beyond those of not, in my estimate.

Posted 1/2/01 [F 36] For just a little over 2-years, I have been enjoying the incredible sexual pleasure of being able to express my milk , almost at any time desired (with a lot of cleanup and preperation). I Have become an exibitionist to the point that I would rather (Do) myself than Have a male help me. I have been divorced for 3-yrs, and I have found my sexual stimulation thru manual and oral Milking of my own breasts and often my pussy, more erotic than anything I have ever done! My breasts, though not overly huge, (40DD) do , however have extremely long and thick nipples (1 &1/2 ") when they are fully distended and rather small, but puffy areolas. My huge nipples have been overly large since I was about 13yrs old. I just love them. I can wear no type of bra or blouse, or sweater that can hide my Nipples, unless I wear self adhesive Nursing pads. (Which I do when I am at work.) Only 2 of my closest girl friends even know that I am with milk! I am also heavily in to putting on my winter coat and NOTHING ELSE, when I go grocery shopping and even X-Mas Shopping. The only exception is that I do Wear Panty house, but I have already cut the crotch out of them so that I can Get AT Myself , with no constrictions. I Very rarely wear a Bra when I am not working because I love to bring my hands up to my engorged Breasts without even thinking of what I may be doing and sometimes no matter where I might be. I have learned that I can bring on my milk very easily and then begin squirting my milk everywhere. Yes it becomes messy, But with lots of towels and Hefty Bags, It is so Good. I Love to bring my Breasts up to me own lips and then 1 then the other lift my Stiff Squirting nipples up between my own lips and Suckle on them.......Even outside after dark by my back porch., I Will open up my coat and start messaging my thick leaking nipples and then begin to drink and drink and drink. I can also suckle my own Breasts in my minivan, One at a time of coarse, sometimes during long trips even in the day light. It is so Dirty and Sexy! Gawd, I just love to do myself! Are there other women out there Joan that Are as turned on by their own Breasts as I am? Please write! I am Touching my nipples right now as we speak

Posted 5/30/00 On the subject of sex and lactation most people talk about squirting milk during orgasm. I vaguely remember this happening (more like a dribble than a squirt) during the first few months I was nursing, but not since. For at least the first 6 months I just wanted my husband to leave my boobs alone- they were overworked as it was. Now I enjoy having them touched again. It's very easy for me to separate motherhood and sex when it comes to my breasts- it all depends on who is doing the touching.
I wish I had more time to write because this whole subject leads into how mothers are "desexualized" in our culture. Breasts are either for men or sometimes for infants- but don't mix the two! I think one of the reasons it took me so long to get back into sex after having my baby was because it was mentally hard to share my body with both of them (even though it was in different ways).

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