My First ANR

I want to chronicle my experience, but I'm not sure if anyone really wants to hear it, haha, so I figured here was as good a place as any.
I am pretty typical, I own my own business, I'm in my early thirties, I'm single, and after a break up of a long relationship, I started asking myself whether I REALLY wanted another boyfriend. I started dating, but nothing serious, and I noticed the only guy I was repeatedly seeing, and excited to see, was one in particular, I'll call him Erik.
Erik was big, blonde, blue eyed, and gorgeous, like a sexy Viking. Our first date we were making out in his car within twenty minutes. He marveled at my breasts, complimenting them, kissing them... Men had dry suckled me before, and I loved it, but Erik took me to a whole other level. He seemed to worship my breasts, and dry suckled me like he was more than just pleasing me, almost like he was giving me purpose. I came three times that night, just from him dry suckling.
After a few dates, I told him how much I was getting from him dry suckling me, and how I was starting to wish I could experience actually breastfeeding him. He told me he had been in an ANR, Adult Nursing Relationship, and I might be discovering that interest. At first it sounded like befriending people in nursing homes, but he explained it was adults who enjoyed breastfeeding other adults, not always sexual, and not always straight couples, it was often more about the giving, the connection. It sounded great to me, I was all in to it, and wanted to start immediately.
The first week was interesting to say the least. Though he had been in an ANR before, he was with a woman already lactating, so he was as ignorant as I was about the real mechanics of our adventure. We decided to try to have sessions three times a day. It felt great, but I also felt like all I was getting were orgasms and sore nipples.
The end of that week, something just clicked one night. We were curled up on his couch, watching a movie, it wasn't a scheduled time to nurse, we weren't talking, he just turned around in his seat, leaned over my lap, pulled down my top, and started to nurse. It was like any other time, except it wasn't, it was suddenly exceptional. I cradled his head in my arm, and felt his whole body relax, his mouth latched on, instinctively suckling, otherwise his face was completely calm. I felt a rush of love for him, a need to nourish him. After almost 30 minutes I smiled down at him, pulled that breast away, pushed the other in to his mouth, and he suckled for another 30 minutes. That's when we decided we needed to take things more seriously.
Week two would be more research, and a much better schedule

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