I remember the feeling quite distinctly. It’s hard not to. It was so overwhelming. So all – consuming. I revelled in it. Ignoring the destruction it brought, both to me and to her. The lengths she’d go to, just to please me. The desperation in her eyes to make me cum. To fill her throat with my burning seed. Or to spill myself all over her magnificent chest. As if her life depended on it.
I guess it did, in some way. I was her lifeline. Her last attempt at clinging to a life rooted in reality, before she’d give in to her own delusions. She was fundamentally flawed. But beautifully so. I was a fool to believe I could save her from herself. It is what drove me to her. It is also what drove me away in the end. She had pushed me away so many times I lost count somewhere after the twenty – second fight and third break-up in four months time. She reeled me back in every time. She knew it was the only way to make me stay. She knew I craved it.