I am a girl in a committed relationship from 7 years. Like every relationship we have also had our ups and downs. We both are still virgins. That's what i think.

I feel he is hiding something from me. I have this intense feeling that i have been kept in darkness till now. Once he had invited over his close friend to his hotel room. And that girl had feelings for him. I still feel something has happened between them. It makes me pukish. Anyway i kind of don't fucking care cause of the fact that he has hidden so many truths from me. And yet i love him madly.

I have my own desires too and i still can't tell him about it. Because i feel he won't be interested. I want an ANR relationship and i do want it with him but seeing his disinterest discourages me and i don't feel like broaching the topic of my tits and milk. But i really want to induce. I feel this strong desire somehow. Like a calling. I want to feel and share that close bond with someone. Someone who will need me that way. Wet or dry nursing i don't care, but i want to nurse and i want to feel all of the emotions i read in erotic lactation stories. Its not just about sex, its something beyond it. ANR takes a lot of work is true, but its almost like, this was meant to happen. Why else would God make women in this way. Our breasts are meant for providing nourishmen, be it to an infant or his father. Its a special place where he can rest in her arms and feel her warmth and all his fear, worry and inhibitions will be driven away.

I have dreamt time and again, its only fantasy, but feels so real. I've seen a man several times in my dream but i cannot recall his face for some reason. He looks really simple, he isn't macho or anything but has a lean physique. He's perfect in every sense. He is my knight in shining armor. He is playful with me, he loves me, he holds me close and clings on to me. I feel every touch of his even now as i write about him. I feel his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps all over. His arms around me, holding me from behind, clutching onto me, i feel him smiling against me with closed eyes. He dances with me, slow, sensually.. Not leaving an inch in between us. He says my name like a prayer. Soft upon his tongue.

I hear him say 'i need you now, it's time angel' i smile shyly and take his hand into mine and place it on my breast and reply 'they agree, they've ripened for you'. He touches my breasts and breathes 'hmm so full' and groans. Hearing him groan is like a trigger and i leak a clear white droplet. He watches, and wipes it off with his finger and sucks on that finger and says 'you're delicious angel' i giggle and blush 'Let's not waste more' he asks 'what? Time or your milk?' i nudge him playfully and say 'you say "your milk" on purpose isn't it, you just love teasing me' On saying this, he pulls me close and says 'your scent is making me hungrier now, give me your milk' i look into his eyes and say 'come here you'

We are gazing into each others eyes, as i prepare for our nursing session massaging my breasts. He kisses me' you're like honey baby, now i need milk' I squirm and whimper at his words, we sit on our couch and he watches me offering my bare engorged boob to him. He gives me a naughty look and says playfully 'so much milk, I'm so lucky' i blush and say 'quit teasing baby, i need your mouth so bad' He groans on hearing me and latches onto me. He has closed his eyes now. He looks at peace but he's thirsty for me and sucks at a faster pace. I can't stop watching him. And like a call, i letdown for him. Now he doesn't need to suckle, i feel my milk gush into him, he swallows and moans... I throw my head back and hold him tighter to my breast. Those sounds drive me crazy. I gaze at him again and meet his stare, his eyes are glued to me. From his perspective, he can probably see just my tit and a little of my face. Yet he keeps his gaze fixed. He brings his hand to my tit and holds and presses it softly and closes his eyes while i watch him. He knows i love it when he does this. I feel a second letdown and he groans. My free tit is spraying milk and I'm moaning loud. I'm chanting his name. I gesture him to switch. He complies and hungrily latches onto me again.

This is all what i see in my dream. I don't know who he is. He is only my imagination but he is my solace, i still feel the tingles in my breast even now, for somebody imaginary, its a really strong effect. Maybe he is somewhere in this world. Calling out to me, needing me, the way i need him. Dreaming about me, about my breasts and my milk, about making passionate love to me. More like his milk.Because it is for him. I will be his personal milkmaid. I really don't know if ANR would happen in my life.

I wish it does and i actually wish i find this imaginary loving caring man in my boyfriend.