Tastes Like Fear
The Flavors of Tinies I’ll Never Forget

People ask me what tinies taste like. The real answer? It depends.

Some taste like pure adrenaline. Bitter. Sharp. Like they knew what was coming and couldn’t stop it. Those are quick meals. No words, just shaking bodies and wide eyes. Others melt on the tongue with this strange sweetness, like surrender. Like they stopped fighting halfway down and gave in. Those stay with me longer.

I’ll never forget the one who screamed "I love you" right before I closed my mouth. That flavor? Salt and madness. Or the one who tried to climb back up my throat. That was desperation. Cold. Metallic. Unforgettable.

Every tiny brings something different. But the one flavor that lingers, always, is fear. Warm. Electric. Intoxicating.

And yes, I crave it.