My first awareness from sleep was a warm, whiskery kiss on the cheek, then a sigh as soft lips moved slowly over my throat, collarbone and down towards my breasts.  I could feel their heaviness and heat along with the prickly tingle telling me my milk was about to let down.  I turned onto my side, barely awake, and felt a wet tongue circle my erect nipple.  My hand automatically reached up to stroke his head as he latched on and began to nurse the fullness away.  My thoughts drifted as my milk began to fill his mouth and his sucking intensified.

The hand lightly stroking my breast soothed me back into my doze, and I didn't stir again until cool air blew across my nipple as he switched breasts.  Again the sensation of latching on and rhythmic movements; I felt like the original Earth Mother ­ providing comfort and sustenance.  I slid back into sleep, content.

I awoke all at once ­ shocked at the intensity of the dream I'd experienced.  My imagination was running away with me!  I sat up, and as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I glanced down at my breasts ­ each nipple was moist with droplets of milk.  I looked over at the bedside clock, then at the note propped against it:

"Decided not to wake you ­ got my morning pick me up already (smile).  Gone for a run, then off to the gym ­ don't get up.  I'll be back in time for my encore with bagels and croissants.  Love, S"

I lay back against the pillows with a smile, amazed.  We've taken our relationship to this important and special level and were content.  When I decided to attempt to induce lactation, it changed how I viewed myself, my partner and our relationship.  It took creativity in the beginning to be secretive about using a breast pump several times a day ­ thank goodness he works in the city and I work at home.  Every evening, I got into the habit of taking quiet time in my retreat room (he has one too!), and would pump my breasts then.

Finally, after several weeks, I began to see serious results ­ he noticed changes too, but never said a word.  The day when my milk came in, as we prepped for bed that night, I took his hand and placed it on my breast. "I've got something for you," I smiled shyly, and expressed a small amount of milk on his hand.  His eyes filled with surprise, wonder, gratitude and then passion as he lowered his mouth to my nipple.  As he began to suckle ­ lightly then with gradually more pressure, my other breast began to drip.

My breasts had always been sensitive, but this transcended all previous experiences!  Our lovemaking that night was extended and exquisitely tender.  Afterward, we lay entwined and he told me how much he wanted me to induce, how he'd fantasized about nursing at my breasts.

"I never knew how excited I'd become, or how warm and sweet your milk would taste" he murmured as he traced circles around and around my now longer nipples.  A drop began to form and he licked it off.

"How much milk will you make, and how often can I have it?" he asked.

"Well, I can work at increasing the amount by pumping longer and more often, as well as taking herbs; you can have it whenever its there ­ its all for you," I smiled.  "I'll save the daytime output for you."

My musing was interrupted by his arrival home ­ as the door closed and I heard his absent whistling downstairs, I felt my breasts begin to let down again.  I smiled to myself: time for us to nurse again - to renew and reinforce our love for each other.  What a blessing.

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