We took it slow when we started dating and didn’t have sex for the first few month. We wanted to make sure we were an emotional, intellectual match before we clouded things with lust.

But now we’ve been fucking for a couple weeks and it’s been good. Really good. We’re insatiable, with a desire that runs harder, deeper than simply “new relationship energy”.

It’s a Friday night and we’re both a little tipsy from a night out. We’re back at your place, I’m straddling you as we make out on the couch. My top is off (I barely made it in the door before you tore it off of me) and you’re cupping my breasts, taking a nipple between your teeth. I groan and arch back, thrusting my breasts into your face. Everything between us feels so right, so good, so natural. I’m not even thinking as I blurt out “I’m ready for it, I want to start making milk for you”. With a moan you suck on my tit even harder, before standing, carrying me into the bedroom.

The next morning, you’re lazily latched to one of my tits, suckling quietly as I scroll through Amazon on my phone, trying to find the right breast bump. As I click “Add To Cart” you lift your head for a moment, gazing me right in the eyes. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this, I love you so much”

In the following weeks, we fall into a steady routine of pumping, supplements, and having you suckle (when our schedules align). We study my breasts, tracking the changes as my nipples thicken, areolaes darken, veins emerge and cup size swells.

Soon, drops of sweet milk.

My body begins to need you, the comfort you provide as you relieve the pressure from my changing body and engorged breasts. In turn, you begin to crave me and the closeness, intimacy you feel when you’re latched to me.

We want to be together all the time and move in together. Our friends raise an eyebrow “Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”, but they can’t deny our obvious compatibility, the deep connection between us.

We’re just taking our first steps together on a journey that will last a lifetime

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I want a partner to induce with, but not just anyone. This seems like such a special, and intimate way to connect with someone, I really only want it in the context of a committed relationship. If you’re looking for something real and long-term (ideally with marriage as an ultimate goal), I’d be delighted to hear from you.

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I’m 32, 5’8, white, average/slightly athletic body type with breasts that are a full handful (30H cup, which is smaller than what you’re probably picturing).

I want someone to build a life with, raise a dog, go on camping trips and cottage weekends with friends.

I love a good punk rock band, most outdoorsy activities, animals (must love pets) and current event podcasts.

Gainfully employed with a cool job with aspirations of owning a home. I love a breeding/impregnation kink but I don’t actually want children - DINK life is the goal.

Politically, I’m left-leaning and an enthusiastic supporter of vaccination. Not religious but it’s cool if you’re moderately so.

Currently live in Toronto but open to other locales within Ontario.

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Ideally you are a person with a full life, with hobbies and interests that go beyond porn and video games. It would be cool if you’re at least an inch taller than I am, and in decent shape (my softball team could use a third baseman, just saying). You should also be around my age, 28-38ish.

Indiana Jones is my dream man so if you resemble him in at least three of the following ways, we’re off to a good start

• values museums
• possesses a dry wit
• well-educated / well-read
• finds meaning in his career
• has a sense of adventure
• enjoys travel
• is a loyal friend
• tackles challenges head-on
• looks cool in a leather jacket

Please don’t send me a picture of your penis. Please don’t get hyper sexual right off the bat. Please do let me know how many Indiana Jones criteria you match.