ANR it is a journey not a kink.

 Since this is a blog regarding my journey I will write about the layers of feelings both physical and emotional that happen at least to me when nursing. First there is watching for the singular look in the eye of a potential or established partner, admiring your erect nipples, most likely in your braless state. Then there is the moment of that innocent bush against your nipple.  Possibly a whisper in your ear regarding the obvious mutual need to nurse /suckle, the being lead over to the place of nursing and the opening of clothing. Always a gasp as nipples are exposed and admired.  Then the hand supporting your breast and the latch on to the nipple and aureola, both disappear into his eager mouth and the suckling begins. This is where the true magic starts for me the latch feels good, really good, but then after feeling the gentle suckle and tug for a few minutes something happens.  I can't describe it yet but besides a difference in physical sensation the true urge...

 I have to admit it, as someone who has blogged for years I have been quiet for a few days.  I have been down with foot surgery and my first cold in years. So apology is over and I will write today.