Every addiction starts with a taste.
It’s almost daunting how the smallest bite of something can leave me ravenous for more. Taste, whether it’s literal or rhetorical, fulfills basic human pleasures in so many ways.
I am addicted to the way it feels when I rub myself, when I cum so hard from reading or seeing something incredibly arousing. I am addicted to words, how they warm me and wet me and transport me into worlds I can never get enough of.
I am addicted to the world of kink, to the perfectly perverse way it makes me feel.
I get high on these feelings, and I find myself thirsting for more, craving it even, because I just can’t let go of something that feels this good.
And it had all started with just a taste.