Last week, I had a late-afternoon meeting with two male coworkers who always show me extra attention. When there was a lull in our conversation, I felt their eyes boring into me. I knew they wanted to fuck me — they’d both openly admitted it. But, honestly, I don’t know what came over me when I impulsively blurted out: “I know you guys have been taking bets on who will screw me first.”

Not even trying to appear sheepish, James shrugged and said, “OK, then settle it for us. Who would you prefer to fuck?”

Without warning, my inner vixen came surging to the forefront, and I told them, “I’m not interested in sex with only one partner.”

Bill nearly choked on his coffee.

“Excuse me?” he sputtered.

“You heard me.... Leer Más