Sixty minutes as a voyeur changes the way Stella sees the world — forever

“Why would I want to watch?”

I’ve always been a doer. Watching never works for me. Spectator sports? That’s not what floats my boat. Learning by example? I’d rather be the example, and let the others do the learning. So when my man said he wanted me to watch something sexy, my initial reaction was no fucking way. I didn’t phrase it exactly like that. What I said in the sweetest voice I could manage was, “Why watch when you can participate? Why stay on the sidelines when being in the mix is much more satisfying?”

I thought of some of our previous nights out. There was the time we’d gone to a strip club and I’d entered (and won) the amateur wet T-shirt... Read More