Welcome to Intimate Geographies. This year, two of our editors, Xoai Pham and Vanessa Friedman, are contributors of a book called Sex and the Single Woman. We took that opportunity to ask our readers and contributors to send in their juiciest sexcapades, and record themselves reading them. This one is from Dust, and we hope you enjoy every bit!

Editor’s Note: The following article contains graphic descriptions of consensual sex acts including dirty talk, degradation (including consensual dead-naming), and descriptions of genitals. This article is NSFW and is for readers who are 18 years of age or older.

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I kneel between her spread legs and whisper the vilest words I know to her, and I’m good at it.

No one had ever made me feel small before, but Alice was six-two and could lift me like I was a potted plant. We played chess on my coffee table because I wanted to know what it felt like to give her complete control over me. She mated me and I threw myself onto her. But she couldn’t stand my legs and torso pinning her down like that, so she spun me into the air and pushed me down into the loveseat. I hadn’t been that hard since before starting E. Her rock-solid hips straddling me, I pulled down her tights and gaped at her cock. I had never seen one bigger, and taking it into my hand I could feel it was only half-erect. My mouth had been watering since she’d taken both of my hands in one of hers hours earlier. I took all of her into my mouth, gagging, drool seeping into my shirt, grabbing desperately at her ass as she facefucks me.

The flow of time becomes elusive to me. Hours later she’s laying back on my bed and I’m on my knees, audibly choking as the supple head of her cock hits the back of my mouth and slides into my throat, again, again, again. “Puke on it,” she says, and I do; I’d been meaning to wash my sheets, anyways. She lays back against my pillows and masturbates herself. “I want you to call me a degenerate,” she says. “Call me slurs. Call me by my deadname.” I kneel between her spread legs and whisper the vilest words I know to her, and I’m good at it. Between whispers I run kisses up and down her thighs and lick around the base of her cock, suck on her balls, eat out her perineum. Cum sprays along the length of her chest and I lick it off. I’m panting; I nearly can’t breathe. Her arms encircle me and pull me in against her, and I feel so small, and so happy.

We cleaned ourselves up and I drove her to work for a late shift. She scribbled in a pocket notebook and tore out a page: “Alice,” with her number, and a heart.

I had a date planned with one of my other partners the next night. Picking out an outfit, I grabbed something with a wide neck. I wanted the world to see Alice’s handiwork.

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