This is one of our favorite activities, for both of us. When I first suggested it, he, as he has done on numerous occasions before balked at the idea of "breast feeding", or "suckling". Neither of us are into the adult baby/diaper thing, and I believe this was his reasoning behind his refusal at first.
Well, I know him, and I know how his mind works. He is a scientist. If I want to change his mind about something I need the hard facts, scientific proof. I set out to do just that, and it only took a few minutes to find the scientific proof I needed to get him to change his mind. I knew already, not sure how, maybe I read it someplace before, or maybe just because I'm a momma who has breastfed children, but I knew that suckling causes chemical reactions in the brain for both the giver and the receiver. Let me explain.
After the "event" both of us started suffering from panic attacks. His worse than mine, as well as more frequent. Two smart, on very steady ground, sure of who they are, what they want, and their place in the world, suddenly finding themselves not sure of anything, even of who they were, what was to happen to them, what tomorrow would bring, not even sure there would be a tomorrow, sometimes not even wanting a tomorrow, or even a next 5 minutes. A very scary place to be, trust me. For most couples an "event" similar to ours would have put the final rift in the relationship, even the most secure of relationships, but for us, it did just the opposite. Se suddenly found ourselves clinging to each other more than we have to anyone else. I will never give the "event" the credit for any of the positive things that have come since, I will say that our relationship almost over night grew in leaps and bounds, causing a love so tightly wound and intertwined, that I honestly don't believe there could be anything that could shake us at this point.
However, I digress. I was looking for the hard facts I needed to present him with why he needed to suckle on me and why I needed him to as well. The information I found amazed me to say the least. Apparently there have been many many studies done, CAT scan imaging done, all those sorts of things that proved my points. My points being, most women have a basic need to breast feed. When we are feeding babies or men, which ever, it releases endorphins that make us "mother" even more. When adult men breast feed on women, lactating or not, although lactating is of course best, it releases endorphins in them as well. It put them in a very quiet, submissive, relaxed state, it makes them feel vulnerable, but it also and more importantly makes them feel secure and loved.
So I told him, the next time he had a panic attack he is to let me know when we were together, because I thought I might have a way to help him to feel better and come up out of it sooner. And low and behold, a few night later, very early in the morning, I would say about between 4 and 5 am I woke up suddenly. I could feel him starting to panic and he wasn't even awake yet. He was starting to sweat and get all squirmy, he was breathing hard. I sort of played a little game with him, for lack of better terms, it wasn't in fun, it was in the name of science actually. I scooted away from him a little bit at a time, and each time I did, when he was aware that he couldn't feel me by him, he scooted over until he could feel me. I did this a few times until I decided I needed to wake him up out of is panic induced dream state and put my plan of action in place and try it out.
I scooted down in the bed and I woke him up. I had to bring him completely up and out of his state of sleep, out of his dream, out of his panic. I had to tell him that he was having a panic attack in his sleep, that sort of scared him in a sense, meaning that he was suddenly feeling along again, terrified of what dreams may come. So I wiped the sweat off his head and face, then I ran my fingers through his hair and around the back of his neck and scratched the back of his head. My actions had a purpose, I was setting him up for his first every suckling session for the soul purpose of bringing him up out of his panic attack.
So there in the dark, me on my right side, he on his left, my left hand rubbing the back of his Head I slowly brought my right breast up to his lips. I pulled him in a little closer, his head was resting on my outstretched right arm, and now my left hand guiding my Right breast into his mouth. Instinctively I rubbed my thumb on the corner of his mouth to get him to open his mouth, and like my babies did, he did the same, and in seconds he was latched on to me and suckling on me. I would rub his face every so slightly, and his hair and his neck. Sometimes i would hold my breast for him with my left hand and sort of tickle him under his chin coaxing him to sickly harder or faster. And while like I said, we are not into adult babies/DL, this is a totally different concept. This was not at or in any way a sexual encounter by any means. It was two lovers, one had the tools to provide the other with what he needed to help self heal his emotional pitfall at that moment.
It may not always work the for the first few times or so depending on the circumstances, but in this case of extrema need, it worked. I allowed him to snuggle and feed on me until he felt safe secure, and loved again.
Psychologically speaking its way above my head, but it works, and it works on a primal level that is en grained into who we are as people. This kind of breast feeding/suckling has absolutely nothing to do with sex at all but only with the minds place and where it needs to be or do to feel loved, safe and to be able to grow and regroup. That's even more rare because everyone always wants to bring in the sexual component into it and it doesn't need to be that way at all it's two totally different and separate things.
When we were done, and he unlatched, he did feel so much better, stronger, mentally and physically, recharged, positive. We have been doing the suckling thing now for over a year now and he and i both know that when he's feeling blue, grouchy, grumpy, insecure, he know what he needs to do. And it[s interesting now because I can be laying there in bed and he Will just come over and he will either look in to my yes for assurance in to the girls, of he will just came up and help him self. Either way is fine with me. When my little boy needs to be nestled, I have the equipment, the desire and the need to nurtures as well, a totally win with situation as far as I can see. But now we both love it. It's part of our inner Psyche not our otter sexual desires.
On a lighter note of things, yes, sometimes our sexting/suckling is just what it is, a plain old good time of hot kinky sex. But really the bottom ling to this is in fact there are gobs and gob of scientific data that prove
this stuff does really happen. It's quite interesting to say the least. On a somewhat lighter note though, I think I would be very interesting to do this with a woman as well, women on women, and again, not in sexual way mind you, but in a girl bonding time. For me I think it would help me become stronger woman I knew I was meant to be.
Mashie.