” “It’s true. You get a dopamine rush, and this is bio-chemical, not imaginary.” “So now I’m a sex addict? What does that mean, that I’m...going to be some sort of nymphomaniac?” “Going to be?” Look at yourself, you have had more sex in one week than in the past two years, and you still can’t get enough.” Shit. He was right. What was happening, what has happened, to me? Where was this going? What would the outcome be? Is there more to come? I shuddered at the idea that I could be so out of. She pushed me up to be standing, and, looking straight into my eyes, she kissed me, a long kiss.This was like a first kiss she gave to another girl: hurried, a bit clumsy, insecure. Like she was kissing for the first time her best female friend, showing her bestie she was in deep love, finally showing she was a lesbian and the profound love she was feeling. Exposing her as absolutely vulnerable in a single kiss fearing rejection wishing acceptance.I felt very strange. As if the fog vanished a. Here is my story: It was Wednesday, when this incident happened I was just 18 years old. I was having board exams in two months. I came to my grand mom’s home which is nearer to my home to study with her son (X) (in relation he is my uncle) and he of my age, so we two decided to read in his home together, in the intention of it will help us.The home next to my Grand mom’s home, my uncle (Y) and aunt (Z) use to live. They were newly married, just before 10 months ago. Since it was the harvesting. Ying shook her head slowly in confusion.Michele stepped forward and kissed Ying full on the lips, pulling Ting'sstiff body close to hers."I'm Michael. But I'm not really; I'm Michele," Michele whispered inYing's ear dropping her falsetto on the last sentence.Ying pushed Michele out to arm's length and studied her; Ying lookedstupefied and suddenly it dawned on Ying who Michele was. Ying's facebroke into a beaming smile."You are Michael! Of course!" Ying grinned.Ying stepped forward and.