Grown-ass women too busy, too tired, too disconnected to even have sex with the people we supposedly loved?
We used to run through men like tissue paper. We used to have group chats with receipts, screenshots, and code names for side pieces.
Now?
We’re rationing orgasms like wartime supplies, and how fucking sad is that?
I sighed, blowing a curl out of my face.
Well, at least Theo and I didn’t have the added pressure of kids on top of everything else.
Thank God for that.
I heard a voice and looked around the room for the source.
Nothing.
Izzy popped back on screen, breathless.
“The little bastard got into Darwin’s pre-workout.”
Alyssa wrinkled her nose. “Izzy, don’t call him that.”
Izzy rolled her eyes. “What? He is a bastard. At least until his father and I finally decide on a wedding date.”
“Not how that works, Iz.”
Jayda jumped in, curious. “How’s that going anyway?”
Izzy’s face fell into something bitter. “Horrible. I hate his weird-ass uncles and that stupid aunt who can’t cook but keeps offering to cater! Like, ma’am, your fried chicken tastes like Elmer’s glue.”
I chuckled. “Woah. Maybe you need some alone time with your shower head to calm down.”
Izzy flipped me off with a playful glare. “Bounce on it, bitch.”
“Don’t need to. I prefer Theo’s.” I winked.
Alyssa made a dramatic gagging sound. “Again—ew.”
“Shit, sorry!” I laughed.
Just then, Mantis finally joined the call.
“Did I miss something?”
Jayda answered first. “Yes, bitch. We’re all bitching and moaning about not getting any dick.”
Mantis smirked. “Tuh. Can’t relate. I just got some like twenty minutes ago.”
A chorus of booing and moaning erupted from the rest of us.
“Fuck you and your consistent dick schedule.”
“I hope I’ll be joining you in Fuck City soon.” I grinned just thinking about it. “Right after I shower, and plan an outfit for dinner.”
Izzy pointed at me dramatically. “Good luck. We’re living vicariously through you now.”
Alyssa deadpanned. “I’m not.”
