My cock has an appetite.
A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar… (Although, that’s a story for another day.)
As a high profile lawyer, I don’t have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online.
My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats.
This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
At least it was , until “Alyssa”…
She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades.
But then she came into my firm for an interview—a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed…
This book is so unimaginative that the entire thing could have been cut and pasted from other pieces of shiterature I’ve previously been offended by.
Is this FSoG fanfic? Because it reads like it is. Complete with the surprise sex where the male lead feels the need to dominate and sublimate the female lead because she’s not acting the way he wants her to.
I’m still trying to figure out which aspect of this book is most offensive; the above-mentioned glorified abusive relationship, or the depiction of women. The female lead is your typical shallow, one-dimensional sperm receptacle, but the other women in this…
According to this book, the entire female sex is made up of nothing but “harpies”, “bimbos”, “sluts”, or, if you’re very lucky, all of the above. The only reason this book doesn’t fail the Bechdel test is because in one scene the female lead’s mother snipes at her over her career choice.
What kind of anti-feminist bullshittery is this? Why do I CONTINUOUSLY come across female authors that do nothing but shit on their own sex?
Ugh. Moving on.