Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

the married ones.”
“I’m not sure why you tacked on adultery at the end, but
thanks for the compliment.”
“What I mean is that you’re the kind of girl who makes
normally sane men lose their minds. You could turn the pope
into a sex addict.”
“You missed your true calling in pulp fiction.”
“I’m being serious. It’s the whole virgin-with-the-bodmade-for-sin
thing. Men go crazy for that shit. You’re one of
their ten standard fantasies.”
“I hate to burst your bubble, but I haven’t been a virgin
since before Oprah went off the air.”
“Close enough. How many penises have you seen?”
“You know the answer to that question. And why does it
sound like you actually have a list of men’s ten standard
fantasies?”
“Because I do. You want to hear them?”
I say emphatically, “No.”
Ignoring that, she starts to tick off a list. “The threesome is
number one, of course. Men just looove that fantasy. Forget
about how most of them would be disappointing two women
instead of only one, it’s their go-to jerkoff fare. Then we’ve
got exhibition, voyeurism, virgins—”
“Anytime you’d like to get back to my problematic love
life, I’ll be here waiting.”
“—role playing, deep throating, bondage—”
“Are we at ten yet? I’ve got a meeting right after lunch I
can’t miss.”
“—spanking, domination, and anal.”
When I don’t say anything for a while, Sloane asks, “You
still there?”
“Yes. It’s just that those last three…”