I opened the door, and he brushed past me on all fours. […] His scent penetrated me […]. My bones seemed to loosen. I couldn’t move. Then he spiralled his limber body onto a chair, sitting like a man. He had a huge black and orange cock, veiny and pulsating. I knew I had to put him in my mouth. I was feeling a mixture of revulsion and an uncontrollable tingle in my mouth, almost in itch. His cock would satisfy it. […] Blinded and dazed, I wanted to live in that sublime moment always. It’s the best I have ever felt. (Tagaq 2018, 69 f.)