Latched
I have a confession to share. I love lactating women. Not just the full appearance of lactating breasts, but to the taste of breast milk and feeling of engorged nipples against
my tongue. Just thinking about it gets me hard enough to cut glass. However, finding a woman who also enjoys this proved to be quite difficult. Previous romantic interests balked at the idea of me suckling at their breasts enough to get them to start lactating. I guess I can see why.
I wondered where I might reach out in order to satisfy my thirsty desires. After pondering for a few minutes it hit me. I bet wet nurses were still a thing and if so could I hire one?
A quick internet search affirmed my suspicion. I found a site that was kind of like a Craigslist for this service (the benefit of living in a metropolitan area - almost anything one desires can be found). The site had basic headshots, stats and length of service listed for each woman. I emailed a few that looked my type and figured a straightforward approach was best. I stated simply what I desired (to help keep lactation going between more regular jobs by allowing me to drink from the tap - so to speak). I assured that nothing beyond this task was required and I would pay 1.5x their going rate. I sent maybe 8 emails saying the same thing.
After a few days, I only received one email back. It was from a woman named Liv. She explained she was initially taken aback by my request but then became genuinely curious about my fetish and wanted to know more. In my reply, I explained that I found nothing sexier than a woman's body doing what it was designed to do - one of those things being providing nourishment. I also commented that human breast milk is great for growing muscle tissue and I believed helped achieve my muscular physique. I reiterated that I didn't need more physical contact than latching onto her breasts. I also mentioned that I was not into being treated like a baby (I knew that fetish was out there too).
To my surprise, Liv replied to that message too. She had gotten some of the "baby" guys and wasn't into that but she wanted more details before she committed. She asked for pictures and my full name (for a background check I presumed). I obliged and sent her the requested info. Pictures sent included ones that did best to show off my 6'3 frame and muscular physique.
After a couple of anxious days she sent me a message indicating she wanted to meet in public first to ascertain her level of comfort with me. I understood her cautiousness and invited her to dinner at a nice steakhouse downtown. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to dinner the following Saturday night.
I made sure to arrive early and let the maitre'd know I was expecting a guest and to escort her over when asked. Prior to her arriving, I ordered a bottle of Cabernet. Potentially awkward conversations are always better with some good wine.
A few minutes later I saw the Maitre'd approaching. I stood up out of my chair to greet my date. Liv was more beautiful than expected and well dressed for the occasion. Petite, but curvy in the right places; her bosom was held up and accentuated by a dark green strapless dress that hugged her hourglass frame perfectly. Her brunette hair was down and curled into ribbons on the bottom. Her dress went down to mid-thigh and revealed a pair of toned legs covered by sheer black nylons (I am a sucker for nylons). Tasteful black heels increased her height a few inches but she still only managed about 5' 4". I caught her blue eyes and said
"You look incredible. Would you please join me?"
She nodded and sat down across the booth. I got envious looks from the other gentlemen present who had been eyeing her from the moment she walked in.
"Well, Jay, you are handsome in person too. I thought for sure I was being catfished." Liv said.
"I am happy you decided to show up anyway. It's nice to meet you in person. Wine?" I asked reaching for the chilled bottle.
"Please."
I poured us each a glass as the waiter came to take our orders. Our meal was pleasant and the conversation interesting and at times flirty.
"I am intrigued by you and your proposition to me. Either that or I am just desperate."
"I doubt that. You could have your pick of any man and half the women in this place".
I felt a nylon covered foot slide up the bottom of my leg.
