Sat enjoying a coffee in my local coffee house. My eyes were captivated by a woman as she nursed her baby.  As she finished, I could see droplets of milk spilling from her large, rosy nipple; I licked my lips, almost tasting her milk.

She got up, offered me her hand, took me to the restroom, and, laying the baby down, opened her top, lifted her left breast and said, “This is what you need.” Without answering, I knelt and began to suckle, feeling the warmth of her milk flood my soul with life, her hands caressing me. I’m home.