I'm not sure when the addiction started or how it came to life. Perhaps it was the friendship, or those nights when she cradled my head between her breasts and comforted me as cancer tore through my body. Or when she critiqued and listened patiently to every design idea I had. Perchance a different vibe started the addiction. Such as the first time I kissed her and felt butterflies, fucking butterflies! Or the first time I lifted her ass into my mouth and smelled her sweet pussy before I tasted her with my tongue and spilled all over my pants. It could also be the time when I buried my ten-inch cock so far up her belly I knew I’d put a child in there. It sounds crazy but I felt it, the particular moment my semen found her egg. The universe moved inside me. I forgot where I ended and she began because our souls joined into one that night. Like most addicts, I can't tell you when exactly the addiction started. What I can tell you is that Scarlet Cavil is the most meaningful and powerful experience in this world to me.
