Anal

He’d been seeing him only through a screen for days. When the door finally closed behind us, I knew that night we were going to reclaim every hour stolen by distance.

He lost his keys in front of the door of the only neighbor everyone had warned him about, and that summer afternoon he decided to find out why there was so much mystery.

That night Eneko broke down, so Unai did the only thing he knew would calm him: he took him to the bed where Mikel and Asier were already waiting awake.

They caught him stealing food in the middle of the night; when they forced him to raise his face beneath that tangled mane, the patrician recognized eyes he thought lost forever.

Ten minutes off, a soccer video game, and a ridiculous bet were enough to unravel everything Bruno thought he knew about his friend in one afternoon.

We were late to the academy every morning, but we never skipped that ritual between the sheets. Today, for the first time in weeks, he was the one spreading my legs.

When the officiant asked whether anyone had something to say, the groom raised his hand. Not to say yes, but to confess what he had been holding in for months.

I thought I was imagining it, until I found a number written on the wrapper of the wet wipe he handed me when I got off the plane.

I felt his big body pressing into my back with every brake, and when he whispered, “we get off at the next stop,” I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

It was nine-thirty in the morning, an almost-corrected Excel sheet, and suddenly his boyfriend’s naked body was brushing his neck. Working was going to be impossible.

I’d been at the company for three weeks when he leaned over the table and told me I had something that caught people’s attention. That same afternoon, I followed him.

When that man put his hands on my back, I knew it was no longer about the fever or the exhaustion from the trip, but about something I had been avoiding for years.

I’m a patrician used to buying everything I desire. That afternoon I discovered there are men you don’t command: you obey them.

She told her grandfather she was leaving, but she never even exited the building: Sonia was waiting at the end of the hall with five unwashed old men and a promise that made her tremble.

The neighbors’ complaints didn’t scare her; they turned her on. In that elevator it smelled of beer and dirty man, and she was already on her knees before reaching the top floor.

It had been two weeks since anyone had used me the way I needed, so I put on the easiest dress to take off and went down to the only place where I knew I’d never be told no.

When she came out of the bedroom wrapped in that black latex, ponytail pulled tight and high heels on, I knew we weren’t going to sleep early that night.

That afternoon, she walked through the curtain into the back room knowing she would obey every order, however degrading, without anyone forcing her to.

When I pulled my leggings down in front of him, I knew from his look that he’d do exactly what I asked, no matter how filthy it was.

I ordered him to stay on his knees and not move. What came after taught him that with me, obedience isn’t an option: it’s the only rule there is.