She texts me, "I'm outside."

I open my apartment door, and we lock eyes for a five-count.

This look isn't a what the fuck are you doing stare. We both know what's about to happen. It's a stare of desire paired with anticipation.

Then, I step forward to close the gap between us, press my right hand against her throat, and push her back against the closed door.

With my other hand against her hip, I bite her neck just past the brink of pain as her hiss builds into a deep breath.

She grabs my dick firmly, smirks, then pushes me off her and points to the white armchair beside the door.

After we rip off the last of our garments, she presses my back against the white armchair as I watch her get on top of me from the seated position.

At first, she rides me slowly, but in control.

Throughout the next fifteen minutes of choking, thrusting, and kissing, not a word is said. Only after the fucking subsides, when we're both lying naked in each other's arms on the futon (somehow we made our way over there), do I open my mouth and say, "So, how was your day?"

Has the exact situation I just described happened to me?

No.

Have I been a part of something similar?

Sure.

To be clear, the above sexcapade is a fantasy. I don't like to say fantasy because something about the word feels it will never happen. Let's call it a sexperience.

This premise of this sexperience, in particular, is simple:

Two people who have shared multiple sexual experiences and are comfortable with each other meet at a location. This spot could be an apartment, hotel room, doesn't matter, as long as it's agreeable to both. Then, they fuck. The only rule is that both people aren't allowed to say a word to each other, starting from the moment that they arrive, until after the fucking is over.

A couple of months ago, I started writing down these sexperiences and other things that turn me on. I don't see these ideas as anything different than the ideas I write down for my podcasts, articles, and video content.

On my phone, I keep a bunch of notes for future experiences. One of them happens to be for sex. I view all of these ideas as pulling from the same creative well. I don't have to "turn on" a different part of my brain.

They flow together.