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Blogs > rm_MarlenaM > I am not a saint!

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rm_MarlenaM 59F
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11/25/2019 11:42 pm

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For me, being able to nurse someone is almost unexplainable, but the best way I know how to describe it is: yes, there's eroticism involved because breastfeeding an adult is still primarily taboo in mainstream society, not to mention the let down reflex is almost like a mini breast-gasm.
But really, the biggest thing for me (being the altruist that I am) is the idea of caring for someone and nurturing him in a way that no one else in their life does or could. The idea that he's gaining sustenance from something I'm providing from my body as nature intended breasts to be used for.

A couple more reason are that breastfeeding lowers my chances of having breast cancer and it is moving my alveoli and breast tissue helping my injury lump reduce in size without surgery. After having been examined by 7 surgeons, I have to admit I'm very leery of that prospect!

ANR and lactating is also a way for me to shed the leftover shame/guilt I had from my pubescent years when, growing up in a German Catholic family , I developed very large breasts (I was a 34D by the time my last year of junior high ended) and my mother was very adamant about me not being a "show off" or attracting undesired attention, and so a part of me was ashamed of my breasts.
I used to wear minimizing bras, huge tee shirts, geez my posture was terrible , because I was a tall and seemed to be just all breasts.
When I was in college, I was into a 36DD and of course all the<b> college </font></b>guys saw one thing when they met me.
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Years later right before I turned 30, I got assaulted and had Janey.
With therapy and an intense desire not to transfer my shame and guilt to my , I educated myself about my body and began to develop a healthier image about my breasts, and so I reveled in them.
Now, I'm still tall, thick, juicy and now in a 42 I bra.

So there are a lot of reasons but the simplest one I can provide is that I love the idea of someone depending on me for something only I can provide, something straight from my body that nourishes them and causes that warm fuzzy feeling. It doesn't have to be erotic to be gratifying.

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