Layers of ANR...

 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 to nurse begins and the sensual, nurturing feelings take over, you want him at your breast forever and enjoy every sensation and emotion you are feeling.This goes on with switching breasts for(hopefully) say an hour,  Then things change again, I believe it could be the pheromones that have been flowing, take a deep breath, enjoy that orgasm. The urge for sex utterly takes over, the primal need to mate is undeniable and one of you ends up riding and or thrusting until you both are exhausted.  Once things have settled a bit and calmness begins, the afterglow nursing can start and pure heaven is reached.

Now how does this happen?  We are a species of hunter gathers our ancestors needed a way to stay together to raise young until they could become hunter gatherers themselves. Nursing could be one of the ways hard wired into our DNA to keep mating pairs bonded together until offspring were closer to independence and the female ready for another pregnancy. Now hear me out, in anthropology classes years ago I was taught babies were nursed for three years, often called the infant year, nursing year and the weaning year.  Being an actively nursing mother in the cave, nursing was and is a form of birth control.  Now this is where I can get into trouble, this means active and consistent nursing.  Every 2-4 hours daily, no skipping a feeding, very possible in earlier times however not so much with modern life and it's schedules. Yet this urge and need for nursing still may very well exist in our primitive brains and DNA. Some of us may have gotten back in touch with this drive to nurse/suckle through ANR. I may be very well adding 2+2 and getting 5 but the research has to be out there and I will find it.