Anal

I was the serious guy in the suit and SUV. All it took was for a woman to challenge me with her eyes for the animal inside me to wake up, and that village fair set him loose for good.

I was coming back from surfing, my hair damp and my bikini still wet, when they made me stop. I had no idea that night would show me how far my desire could go.

I left that store trembling with desire, never imagining that by that same week I’d be on my knees, begging to be used with not a shred of tenderness.

My lover left me wanting more, but my husband knew exactly how to treat me: without romance, without mercy, like the submissive I am.

She had spent years deciding who obeyed and who begged. None of her clients knew that behind the mirror, someone was studying how to dethrone her.

He ordered me to masturbate in front of him while he smoked in the armchair. What neither of us expected was how that playful afternoon would end.

I saw her at the edge of the water, eating my boyfriend up with her eyes in front of me. That night I taught her, tied up and on her knees in my room, where she belonged.

I thought he was coming in for an ordinary problem. Instead, he sat across from me, lowered his gaze, and began to tell me something he’d hidden from everyone for years.

I got out of the car on a deserted street, my heart racing. I didn’t know what the woman I’d been writing to for months looked like—only that tonight, at last, she would be mine.

When he came out of the shower and found him waiting in black lace, Bianca smiled: she knew exactly what was going to happen that night.

I’d been unsatisfied all night when the phone rang. It was him, and what he suggested made me say yes before I finished my coffee.

I was eight months pregnant, my hormones were raging, and a sweaty man was working in the baby’s room. That afternoon I stopped being the modest wife everyone thought I was.

Bruno had promised me a rematch and I had promised to come back. What I didn’t imagine was how that second night would end with the six of us.

It started as a joke in the park: “Should I wrap him up so we can take him home?” Months later, a hidden camera would turn that joke into something else.

She had been training with plugs for weeks, determined to feel two cocks at once. That afternoon we invited the only person we could trust to make it happen.

We arrived exhausted and fell asleep wrapped around each other in our underwear. Three days later, the apartment owner came in with breakfast and a look that changed everything.

The gym was almost empty that Monday. I only wanted a quiet shower, but I walked through the wrong door… and he was already inside, watching me in silence.

I crossed the complex to deliver a message and ended up surrounded by four older men who looked at me as if I were the main course of the afternoon.

Damián came every three days; Adrián showed up Friday on his motorbike. That week I found out just how far I could go when nobody was looking.

I never get involved with clients, I told him. But his body was already pressed against mine and my own voice sounded like a lie as I closed the garage gate.