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.