We met in a park and friendship developed, sharing the single-parent circumstance.
“You’re trembling!”
“Trying to quit smoking… for her.”
Without warning, she exposed her breast.
“Whoa! What are-“
“Trust me. It’ll satisfy your urge.”
My lips latched onto her engorged breast. Sucking, tasting her milk calmed me within minutes.
She stroked my hair. “Better?”
I nodded, mouth full.
Over time, my compulsion to smoke morphed into a yearning for her.
Today, we share a smoke-free life, raising our babies as siblings. And my oral fixation… let’s just say she satiates my cravings with a plethora of pleasurable things.
