"Drinking from you is like eating my favorite dessert.
Once I start, it is hard to stop."
"A woman's soft, warm, sometimes milky
Babies love them, men do too!"
some infant formulas sometime. Why any kid would drink this is
beyond my comprehension, this stuff tastes awful. And if you
ever get the chance you should taste some breast milk, I'll have
to tell you that this stuff tastes delicious."
erotically excited kiss as well as the inward
feeling of physical well-being, which is so
difficult to describe, of a woman nursing her
partner at her breast, feeds on fare that is
both coarse and infinitely fine and becoming
finer; but all this in the sense of the primeval
evolutionary fact that in the beginning the
whole skin was the seat of sensual
again, never in the future that dawned later on,
were we so sated. We are suckled and suckled.
Always superabundance was flowing into us. Never
any question of enough is enough or let's not
overdo it. Never are we told to be reasonable.
It was always suckling time."
day came—of almost terrified delight and
wonder—when the woman pressed a man upon her breast... How she laughed and
wept over it—how love, and hope, and prayer
woke again in her bosom as he nestled
is most distressing, for instance, for a man
sitting on his beach-front verandah with his
family to have a woman with a large family
appear, sit calmly upon the edge of the
boardwalk and expose her person to feed her
Evening Telegram, 10 August 1933, page 9.
Comment attributed to representative of
homeowners of the eastern beaches.
moment she pulled him to her breast both became perfectly calm."
must be reasons why we men are so hipped on breasts as if we'd
all been weaned too soon."
GŁnter Grass. The Flounder
the joy of suckling! She lovingly watched him drink and she
imagined that with her milk there flowed into him her deepest
"Suckling at my breast,
fill your belly with my love,
warm and sweet as cream."
"Can heavenly breasts such
stormy passions feel?"
Roman epic, didactic and
(70 BC - 19 BC)
I must run to him. As ill-luck would have it, I haven't fed
him since tea. He's awake now."
And feeling a rush of milk, she hurried to her lover. This was
not a mere guess; her connection with him was so
close, that she could gauge by the flow of her milk his need of
food, and knew for certain he was hungry."
"These are the days
of laughter and love
smiling faced cherubim
sent from above
snuggled at my breast
full of warmth and rest
brings meaning and purpose
the solar plexus
of radiant energy
in your smile."
- Charisse Goodyear
Breastfeeding by Becky Santelli
God's Greatest Gift!
Wendell Holmes (reflecting) "Vanilla ice cream—that’s what I’ve heard, only melted."
"No one who has seen a
man sinking back satiated from the
breast and falling asleep with flushed cheeks and a blissful smile can escape
the reflection that this picture persists as a prototype of the expression of
man nursing at a woman's breast...is an undeniable
affirmation of our rootedness in nature."
"When she first felt her
partner's groping mouth attach itself to
her breast, a wave of sweet vibration thrilled deep inside and radiated to all
parts of her body; it was similar to love, but it went beyond her lover's caress,
it brought a great calm happiness, a great happy calm."
"It is only in the act of nursing
a man that a woman realizes it is
a joy of every moment."
"One may decide that the nipple most nearly resembles a newly
- William Gass
my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk..."
"I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped,
some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and
I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end."
(Thomas Stearns) Eliot
"A low man
will trade his shawl
for an ox
in the dead of winter,
looking at the breasts
of that dusky girl
as if they’re glowing coals."
Sway like full-blown yellow
Gloire de Dijon roses."
(David Herbert) Lawrence
"I had to get him
to suck them they were so hard, he said it was sweeter and
thicker than cow's milk, so then he wanted to milk me into his tea..."
- James Joyce
"Thy two breasts
are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the
"Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss."
- T.S. Eliot
human milk is best."
I is quoted as saying to one of her attendants, “That
milkmaid’s lot is better than mine, and her life merrier,”
during her imprisonment as princess, in which she heard a
milkmaid singing while working.
is the simplest and most profound pleasure."
"Her breasts swelled milk-heavy; a mother among the
Northfolk often gave suck for years after she gave birth, not
just to her latest child but to siblings, or the children of
friends, or even an adult who might want refreshment."
- From The
Winter of the World by Poul Anderson
gift that keeps on giving."
is better than any udder milk."
is another way to say, "I love you!"
does not diminish the beauty of a woman's breasts; it enhances
their charm by making them look lived in and happy."
Quote from the
book Time Enough for Love by Robert Heinlein Page 241
Also found in The Notebook of Lazarus Long (same
"For you will nurse and be satisfied at her comforting
breasts; you will drink deeply and delight in her overflowing
"The Almighty who blesses [us] with...the blessings of the
did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should
your breasts be as clusters of the grapevine, and the scent of
your breath like apples."
Song of Solomon 7:8
It soothes, it relaxes, it comforts, it feeds,
it puts to sleep, it heals skin, burns,
scratches and owies."
connection with the man was still so close, that she could gauge
by the flow of her milk his need of food, and knew for certain
he was hungry."
"A pair of
substantial mammary glands is the art of compounding a nutritive
fluid for men."
not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat."
fussing on the sofa, and without any pause in the conversation,
Sophie opened her blouse and nursed him, first on one breast and
then on the other."
"Surely I have
pacified and stilled my soul, like the suckling on her breast;
like a suckling is in me, my soul."
"No one could
give her such soothing and sensible consolation when he lay at
her breast and she felt the movement of his lips."
"No one who has
seen a man sinking back satiated from the breast and falling
asleep with flushed cheeks and a blissful smile can escape the
reflection that this picture persists as a prototype of the
expression of sexual satisfaction."
"Come then, like
a babe, I nurse thee on my breast."
"...a man nursing
at a woman's breast...is an undeniable affirmation of our
rootedness in nature..."
"Ah, the joy of
suckling! She lovingly watched the hungry motions of his mouth
and she imagined that with her milk there flowed into her
husband her deepest thoughts, concepts, and dreams."
"That you may feed and be
with the consolation of her