" I’m good at controlling it, though, and why is that so bad? It doesn’t serve me to dwell on it. “I’m not usually like that,” I say. “I don’t usually say those things.” “You asked me to call you a slut.” I exhale through my nose. When Nathan called me that, my orgasm ripped through me with unforgiving intensity. Maybe it was guilt that drove me to try and recapture that sense of worthlessness. After being revered in the bedroom for years, it was shocking and explosively hot to be someone else for once. “Yeah . . .” “How come?” He tugs on a strand of my hair to get me to look up. “Hey. I’m not judging. I thought it was hot. But I won’t call you that without "

― Jessica Hawkins , Slip of the Tongue