Anal

Standing in front of them in nothing but the pink lace set, I waited for the order. The bag with the dress weighed in my hands, and I was already trembling before it all began.

I went down determined to confront him about his affair. I ended up on his lap, with my robe lifted and my body burning for something I should never have felt.

I’d spent months avoiding coming back, but that afternoon my sister put a video on the screen and nothing in our family was ever the same again.

She was sipping her gin and tonic when two men sat beside her and told her about a film. By the time she finished her drink, she had already signed.

I thought the whole house was mine that night. Then the lock turned, he looked at me from the doorway, and I was still naked on the sofa.

He hadn’t touched anyone in months when I started looking at my aunt differently. She prayed every night; all I could think about was how to bend her without guilt.

I called my psychologist because I’d been burning all day. Her voice convinced me that no desire was a sin, not even what I felt for Diego.

When I opened the door wearing the dress and my hair freshly done, he was left speechless. That night I stopped hiding and gave myself completely.

I was turning thirty-nine and had the day off. I was waiting for a lover; the man who knocked at midmorning was the last one I should have let in.

I knew my boyfriend was on the afternoon shift. I knocked on the apartment door with my heart pounding, determined not to leave without what I’d been imagining for weeks.

I thought my secret was safe between these walls, until I heard his window slam shut and knew someone had just seen who I really am.

She’d spent the whole dinner without panties, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. When she saw the empty alley, she lifted the red skirt slightly and pressed herself against the wall without saying a word.

I was alone at home, opened the app, and a Romanian trucker replied with a photo that got me out of bed and into his trailer.

I’d spent weeks choosing the dress, the perfume, the lingerie. That night he would walk through the door and finally see me the way I’d always dreamed.

I crossed half of Spain with a fever to hide out at my grandmother’s house. I never imagined that country woman would look at me naked the way she did that first night.

The ad said: closeted transvestite looking for a mature friend. That same week I got into a pickup with tinted windows, not fully knowing what was waiting for me at the end of the trip.

I slept in his bed when I was scared. The night I found him crying because of me, I knew what I felt for my brother was beyond turning back.

Ever since I returned to his life, every shower was our ritual. But that afternoon I offered him something no mother should offer, and he didn’t hesitate.

For years she’d looked down on me, but that afternoon, bent over in front of the freezer, Marisol made the mistake of putting her ass at eye level.

Three days in the same suit, broken in the armchair. I was the only woman in the house now, and I decided life had to go on, even if I had to start by undressing him.