“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want to. I’m not going to judge you. Not even a little.”
She kept her hand on Simran’s knee, thumb stroking soothingly as she continued in a calm, warm voice.
“It’s completely natural, you know? What you’re going through… what you’re doing. A lot of women produce milk even when they’re not pregnant or nursing. It’s called adult lactation, and it can be really intense. The breasts get so full, so heavy, so sensitive… sometimes the only real relief is having someone suck it out properly. It’s not weird. It’s not dirty. It’s actually very beautiful and intimate.”
Simran looked at Preeti.
“Some women even say it feels better than sex — that deep, pulling sensation when someone drinks from you, the way your whole body relaxes and tingles… it can be incredibly erotic too. There’s a whole world of people who understand this. Some couples do it regularly just for the pleasure and closeness it brings. It creates such a strong bond… that feeling of being needed, of feeding someone you trust. It’s powerful. And it’s okay. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
Simran listened quietly, tears still glistening in her eyes, but her breathing had calmed. Preeti squeezed her knee again.
“I don’t need to know who it is. That’s your private thing. But if you ever want to talk about it… how it feels, how much you’re producing, how it makes you feel emotionally… I’m here. No judgment at all.”
There was a long, heavy silence.
Simran stared at the table for almost a full minute, then finally lifted her eyes to meet Preeti’s.
Her voice came out small, cracked, but determined.
“I… I want to tell you.”
Preeti took both her hands in hers and squeezed them gently.
“Before you tell me anything… let me tell you what is actually happening with you, okay? So you don’t feel so alone or guilty.”
Simran nodded weakly, still sniffling.
Preeti leaned in closer, her voice warm, calm, and full of understanding.
“Medically, what you’re experiencing is called induced lactation or hyperlactation as I already told you. When a woman produces this much milk without having given birth recently, the breasts become extremely full very quickly. The pressure builds up fast — that heavy, aching, almost painful feeling you get.”
“Now, the most important thing is how the milk is removed. A human mouth — a baby or an adult — sucks in a very specific way. It creates a vacuum that pulls from deep inside the milk ducts. The tongue and the roof of the mouth massage the breast in rhythmic waves. This is far more effective than any pump. Pumps just pull from the surface. They can’t replicate that deep, natural suction. That’s why pumps often leave milk behind, cause blockages, and damage the nipples over time — especially when the production is this high.”
Simran listened quietly, her breathing slowly steadying.
Preeti continued, her thumb stroking the back of Simran’s hand.
“You’re producing a lot, sweetheart. If it much more than what I saw last time you came to the clinic then, its way more than average. No manual or electric pump can handle that volume safely for long. It will either leave you engorged and in pain, or it will hurt your nipples badly. But when someone sucks you properly… the relief is complete. The milk flows naturally, the pressure releases fully, and your body relaxes in a way nothing else can give you.”
She paused, then smiled gently, a little mischievous spark in her eyes.
“And then there’s the other side of it… the part no one talks about openly. Ancient texts — Kamasutra, Ananga Ranga, and many Tantric writings — describe adult suckling in beautiful detail. They say it’s not just about milk. The act itself awakens the entire body. The strong, rhythmic pulling on the nipples sends powerful signals straight to the uterus and clitoris. It increases blood flow, releases oxytocin and endorphins, and yes… it very often causes deep, full-body orgasms. They called it ‘the divine nectar bond’ — something extremely natural and sacred between two people. The woman feels nourished, desired, and pleasured at the same time. The person drinking feels connected, satisfied, and deeply intimate with her.”
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