“You like that?” I didn’t wait for an answer before I swiped her again. “Do you want more?” “Yesss!” I wasn’t just tasting. Or just licking. I was fucking eating. Savoring. And then bingeing. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t reach the point of satisfaction because her taste, her smell … they fueled me. They taunted me. They made me into an addict, and I was feasting on my drug.
