Think you’re turned on by the same fantasies that turn on most other women? Take my completely unscientific test and find out. Which one of the following scenes turns your button “on"?
#1. A swarthy, suave, and sophisticated man is escorting you to your car after a perfect first-date at a five star restaurant. You watch his huge bicep bulge under his Dolce & Gabana suit as he reaches for your door handle and pulls hard. Suddenly he grabs your shoulders and forces you into the driver's seat, all the while whispering naughty, filthy things in your ear. Just as you’re wondering if you should scream or moan, he pins you under his hard body and rips open your silk blouse.
#2. At last, you’ve got him, the most powerful man in your organization, the Executive Chairman and commander of your professional universe. It had started innocently enough. As you raced down the hall to your meeting, you stumbled over your 3” heels, flying into him head first, your hands reaching forward like Wonder Woman. He grabbed you firmly, gently holding you up by your waist. That’s when you looked up and your eyes locked. He gently brushed your hair out of your flushing face. You could feel his warm soft breath on your cheek. He smiled and asked your name, and a rush of exhilaration ripped through your body leaving you speechless. He led you into big corner office so you could "recover."
#3. It had been a demanding week, the worst in memory. The minute you walked in the house, the DKNY outfit starting coming off, piece by piece. As you passed through the kitchen, now clad only in bras and panties, you see his white-shirted back bent over a pot of bubbling sauce with a tasting spoon in hand. He turns, dropping the spoon in the pot, and runs to you, arms open wide. "Give me some good lovin' honey!" he says squeezing hard. You kiss him quickly and make a beeline for the bedroom, kicking off your Ferragamo as you stop at the threshold. He follows behind, his apron splattered with tomato seeds, two glasses of red wine in hand. As you throw yourself on the bed, stretching out spread eagle, he hands you a wine glass and crawls beside your exhausted body.