Bottle Fed Blues

You never got to latch on and suckle greedily at her milky breast.

You were fed formula.

Yuck.

Your mother would rather give you cow's milk than her own.

And so, you are left with an obsession, aren't you?

A deep, powerful obsession that has persisted your entire life.

Because you crave that which you never had.

The smell of your mother's skin.

Which you held to her ample breast.

The taste of her sweet milk.

There is nothing more natural in the world.

And yet you missed out what almost every human has.

That fundamental first food.

That oxytocin-laced, warm, delicious milk.

Sucked greedily from a nipple.

Pulled deep into your ****** mouth.

Almost to the back of your throat.

You would latch on and pull.

Hungry ***********, weren't you?

But you never were breastfed.

And it might have been attempted.

But you were a bottle-raised baby, weren't you?

And now you are obsessed with tits, aren't you?

You love cleavage.

You love to nuzzle your head in like a ***********.

And smell and root for that nipple.

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