I nodded, confused as to how to respond. Guilt washed over. Stella was right, whenever I thought of sex, her picture pops into my head and once the act is done, it vanishes. I really don't know how I felt about her; maybe I would grow to love her in the near future. But she was right about one thing and that was her love for sex. Stella was never tired or not in the mood. Whenever and however I want it, she was there ready to give it to me hard and hot.
"He wanted it all the time and everywhere". She continued. "At first, it was great. I thought we were in love. We did it in restaurant bathrooms, the shower, his office, and even the car. Then it got to even if I was on my period, he still wants sex. Who does that? Who does that?" the tears streamed down her cheeks and reflected light.
