Anal

The wall was thin, my bed creaked against it, and one morning I found a note slipped under my door. Someone had been listening to everything.

I went upstairs to use the bathroom and he was waiting for me with his fly open. What I didn’t count on was someone opening the door just when we were on all fours.

For an entire year I lived two lives: the perfect professional beside my partner, and the insatiable lover who returned to the hotel every night. Until the TV announced his death.

I bought that toy out of sheer boredom. What I didn’t calculate was that the building manager would end up holding it in his hands, looking me in the eyes.

It’s been five weeks since you showed up, and tonight, with the house all to myself, I decided I wasn’t going to wait any longer to finish what you left half-done.

It took me years to understand what my body was asking for. And when I finally did, there was no going back or settling for less.

He’d been thinking about it for weeks. The box arrived on an ordinary Tuesday, with no sender, and Adrián hid it in the closet until the house fell silent.

It’s two in the morning, I can’t sleep, and I’m alone. The heat is brutal, the bed is burning me, and my mind starts drifting to names and bodies I thought I’d forgotten.

They arrived in a box with no return address. I never imagined that same night I’d end up locked in my room, biting my pillow so no one could hear me.

I parked behind the trees, spread the towel over the back seat, and thought I was completely alone. I had no idea what I’d see when I switched on the headlights.

When the technician fixed my computer, I thought it was over. I didn’t know he already knew Marina, my best-kept secret, and planned to use it against me.

I’ve been writing for half an hour and I no longer know whether the hands running over that skin are the character’s or mine on my own body.

The moment the last guest closed the door behind them, I knew I wouldn’t sleep that night until I’d emptied myself out in front of the mirror.

I’m naked on the rug, facing the mirror, still trembling from the last orgasm. And then I decide to play back what I just filmed of myself.

She stood beside the bronze sculpture in a black dress that seemed in love with her body, and she looked at me without shame, as if she already knew what we would do that night.

I had the house to myself, two toys in the drawer, and an idea that had been haunting me for weeks. That night I was finally going to dare.

I slipped the vibrator into the toiletry bag beside the toothbrush. If fantasy could ease the pain, no one was going to stop me from trying that night.

I shut the bathroom door, let the uniform fall to the floor, and knew I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else that afternoon but his hands.

I promised myself I wouldn’t touch myself until I got home, but between work, the gym, and one way-too-hot stranger, my body had other plans.