High and Obsessed with Forbidden Cravings

God, I can't deny it anymore; when I'm riding that high, everything flips and my mind locks onto these intense, all-consuming cravings that take over my body. It's like this fire in my veins that makes me ache for something raw, something that pushes every boundary but stays in the realm of adults who know exactly what they're getting into. I get so damn horny, my cock throbbing like it's got a mind of its own, and all I can think about is finding that perfect, willing partner who's got that youthful energy, someone over 18 with curves that drive me wild. I've started volunteering for things that put me in their path, like late-night hangs that turn into steamy sessions, and fuck, it's addictive. Lately, we've been playing these games where she steps out of the shower, water dripping off her perfect tits and that smooth, wet pussy on full display, begging for my touch. One night, she crashed at my place, and we ended up tangled in the sheets; I was rubbing her body, kissing every inch until my mouth was on her, tasting her sweetness as she moaned and writhed. She took control too, sucking me off like she owned it, making me edge until I couldn't hold back. I flipped her over and slid inside that tight, welcoming heat, pounding deep while she begged for more, and when I came, it was explosive, filling her up as we both lost ourselves. Last time, she snuck out to meet me, wearing just a teasing shirt, and pulled down my pants right there, her mouth working magic until I exploded again. We barely dodged getting caught, but the thrill of it all, the risk mixed with pure ecstasy, has me hooked. I know it's messy and reckless, but damn, it's the only thing that satisfies this beast inside me when I'm flying high.