Actually, codpeace,
I have seen Amarcord about 250 times since it came out in 1973. I have it on DVD and not only am I obsessed with the scene you are describing ;-D..Although the tobacco selling lady who buries Titta with her huge breasts is not Gradisca [who is played by Magali Noel, of course.] It's the Italian bit player Maria Beluzzi who's got the most comforting set of bazooms we'd ALL like to get buried in!
As an aside, as a mental health professional, I also have something to say about the midget nun shaking her patient out of a tree, while he is screaming "voglio una donnaaaa.." [I want a woman!] Evidence that size really doesn't matter! Hysterically funny, and of course, a timeless masterpiece [or, shall I say masterpeace?]
Fellini mammaries,
the Love Goddess
About 10 years ago, I was travelling with a coworker from another office...we were out of town for 3 days...clearly an attraction was building up between us...on the last nite, we got drunk and ended up with each other....when I got her clothes off, she told me that she was still breastfeeding her child (only a 4 month old at that time)...I just went for it...she and I had one incredible night of lovemaking that included me suckling her breasts and feeding from her...she fed me several times that nite, and I must have had a fairly large quantity of milk...the feeling of it, the taste, being inside of her while nursing from her were all incredible experiences.
Now, I fantasize all the time about meeting someone (provider or non provider) that is still breastfeeding...
What do you think is going on with that?
Good ole' human variation, that's what, James1961,
Freud, and certainly Melanie Klein, would have written pages upon pages about your 'oral stage fixation.' I'll just say that it's a normal human variation on what we all find exciting. It is natural and healthy for humans of both genders to be drawn to nipples. In addition, when lactating women are suckled, the polypeptide hormone oxytocin is released, thereby making the woman feel relaxed, affectionate and yes - she may even climax from this activity alone.
As for the nutritional aspect itself, it most likely plays a lesser part. I sincerely hope you eat well in your daily life, so it isn't about getting fed, LOL. But it is about receiving something which normally is reserved for others. A little of the 'forbidden fruit' aspect - or in this case, forbidden milk!
It's a gift, on both ends of the spectrum. For some men, the thought of using the breast as a food source is unthinkable and carries no erotic aspect whatsoever. For others, it becomes the pinnacle of eroticism - an experience of complete containment and bliss, going way back to the infant-mother symbiotic stage.
There are providers out there who offer lactating as part of their repertoire. You may wish to seek them out to investigate if your predilection is there to stay, or if it was just this particular provider that rocked your baby.
It does a body good,
the Love Goddess
any suggestions on finding such a provider?
such as nylons/stockings/pantyhose and so forth? what is that about?
Dear ph-man,
It's about the brain making associations between various sensory perceptions..touch, sight, sound, etc. becomes associated with sexual impulses. Testosterone helps in those associations. Men who are chemically castrated rarely continue to pursue fetishes, since their sexual urges have been eradicated to a large extent. Then again, some individuals will begin fetishizing after the major sexual lights have been switched off..I'm thinking of the aging libertine who becomes a ladies shoe-worshiper in Bunuel's film "Diary of a Chambermaid."
Almost anything can be 'fetishized.' Fetishes are usually harmless, enjoyable to the subject and evidence of our wondrous brains in their infinite variety.
Keep fondlin' them nylons,
the Love Goddess
and certainly not alone.
I have been a sucker for the sucker ever since my first experience, which was completely out of the blue.
I answer an ad for a FBSM and found a very nice woman who told me that she had a baby only a few weeks ago. She offered a little extra by undressing and I was dumbstruck by the size of her nipples and the fact that a bit of milk was dribbling from them.
I made some kind of dumb remark about how nice it would be to be a baby again and she laughed and said go right ahead and have a taste.
I practically shot my wad as soon as I did. I was hooked.
I have always sought out similar experiences and have been lucky only a few times since.
Lactating women are, of course, as rare as hen's teeth, but happy hunting.
Thank you LG for validating what some may consider a perversion, but which I say is a right and proper attraction.
I found her nipples to be exquisite as well....and once she got over the initial shyness, she was totally into it, and we really enjoyed sharing it that nite...now if I could only find it again....
Although I have not sought out the experience of nursing as a repeatable euphoric bonding activity (yes it may be repeatable without going stale), it has happened to me twice, and each time I felt blessed and transported. Did I produce oxytocin myself (magically?) in harmony with my love partner who suckled me at some length?
In one case, there was initially a bit of humor. First, the unexpected white droplets, oozing out against her erect pink nipple. Second, her witty nature, squirting me playfully in the eye! Lastly, the nursing, in which she almost purred, no doubt from her oxytocin as LG told us, but also from the sheer relief of the pressure of her bounteous milk.
When I was a 3 year old, my mother arrived home unexpectedly from work to find my teenage au pair, naked from the waist up, snuggling me happily to her breasts, with happy me holding on naturally.
I have no memory of this, but my grandmother told me that my mother fired the poor girl on the spot and sent her packing back to the farm in western Pennsylvania to her folks.
Incidentally, some time ago, when I related this story to my wife (expecting sympathy for the farm maiden and censure of my strict mother's puritanism) my wife surprised me by first suggesting the tale was a false memory (male fantasy) but when I said it was related by my grandmother, my wife instantly sided with my mother.
Why? My wife considered it abuse. I disagreed, and my wife was going to take a poll of her female friends. However, we dropped the matter. I do have a couple of memories of the farm damsel, but they are pedestrian, unfortunately.
Why most certainly, codpeace [after Henry VIII, another codpiece-wearer?]
Here's a textbook definition of what happens to men in reference to oxytocin and other yummy neuropeptides and neurotransmitters:
Research shows that during ejaculation, but also during caressing and/or prolonged touch, men release a cocktail of brain chemicals, including norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide (NO), and the hormone prolactin.
In addition to being associated with sleepiness, both oxytocin and vasopressin are also intimately involved in what is called “pair bonding,” the social attachment human mates commonly share. The release of these brain chemicals during orgasm heightens feelings of bonding and trust between sexual partners, which may partially explain the link between sex and emotional attachment. This bond is favorable should the couple have a baby, as cooperative child rearing maximizes the young one’s chances for survival.
Now isn't that sweet? As to your story, it's also very cute. Abuse? Methinks not. Just remember one thing...we share over 98% of our DNA with chimpanzees. We are, in effect, higher thinking simians. All activities concerning breast-bonding, like burying one's head in the breast of another, craving nipple-sucking, fondling, squishing, offering up boobies, etc. is highly natural and confirms our physical nature as humans. But thanks to Victorian, Puritan and other assorted ideals, we have become very much divorced from our natural functions. Women get thrown off planes for functional breastfeeding and by the same token, huge artificial breasts filled with silicone globules are praised as objects of desire. So when we admit that we commingle the functional with the sexual, all hell breaks loose.
I say, let's celebrate the breast for what it is: a life-giving, pleasure-offering blessed body part, for all of us to enjoy in all manner possible, as long as there is consent!
Such tittycut folly,
the Love Goddess
I found that codpiece was already taken, so I settled for codpeace. I made my peace with cod.
Some TER members mistake my moniker for a Cape Cod or cod fishing reference, and assume I am from New England. Hilariously, they are correct, for the wrong reason. I am from Boston.
Your reply was a huge comfort and great help, and one of the best and sanest eulogies I have heard for the breast.
In a light (but not cynical) celebration of the breast, how many of you have seen Federico Fellini's movie *Amarcord* - in particular the tragi-comic scene between Gradisca (played by Magali Noël whose breasts deserve their own zip code) and Titta (played by Bruno Zanin) ?
Titta would NOT make a good underwater swimmer, as he can't seem to go without oxygen for long periods of time while suffocating like a greedy infant deep sea diving into Gradisca's bosom). He ends up sick in bed afterwards.
I wonder what his TER review of Gradisca would say? LOL.
Actually, codpeace,
I have seen Amarcord about 250 times since it came out in 1973. I have it on DVD and not only am I obsessed with the scene you are describing ;-D..Although the tobacco selling lady who buries Titta with her huge breasts is not Gradisca [who is played by Magali Noel, of course.] It's the Italian bit player Maria Beluzzi who's got the most comforting set of bazooms we'd ALL like to get buried in!
As an aside, as a mental health professional, I also have something to say about the midget nun shaking her patient out of a tree, while he is screaming "voglio una donnaaaa.." [I want a woman!] Evidence that size really doesn't matter! Hysterically funny, and of course, a timeless masterpiece [or, shall I say masterpeace?]
Fellini mammaries,
the Love Goddess