Anal

I drove two hours to a stone house in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t know that night I’d stop being just a guest and become their fantasy.

I came as a colleague’s plus-one, with no invite of my own. Three hours later I was locked in a penthouse with two porn stars and no intention of leaving.

Yesterday I slept with my ex-wife, and it was by far the sanest thing I did all week. What happened the other four days is not something I should be telling you, but here I am.

There were no waves, no breeze, no reason to move from the towel. Until she sat up, looked at both of them, and said what neither dared to say out loud.

Iván rented the beach house to surprise Marina. What he didn’t tell her is that that night his best-kept secret would sit on the sofa between them.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and froze in the doorway: they had already started without me, and that night there wasn’t a single line left to cross.

I arrived with two bottles of champagne to break the ice, but it was Marina who took control from the very first kiss and made it clear she was in charge that night.

Marina thought it would be a classic threesome, her in the center. Until she saw her two straight friends looking at each other in a way that changed everything.

I told him over chat I’d leave dressed as a man, but I’d enter the hotel as a woman. What I didn’t tell him was how much I wanted that night.

Two weeks had passed since the terrace. Tonight nobody planned to hold back, and the first game of truth or dare changed everything.

We arrived at the motel as always, but this time there was something different in her eyes and a hidden promise I never imagined she was ready to fulfill that afternoon.

That afternoon I only wanted to correct some sketches on a terrace. I ended up sharing beers with them and, weeks later, much more than conversation.

Three gin and tonics, two coworkers I barely knew, and a sofa. What started as office small talk turned into the most unexpected night of my life.

They knew him as the good-natured old man on the corner, the one who greeted everyone and never raised his voice. One closed afternoon was enough to discover the man he really was.

I drove toward the cliff determined to end everything. What I found in the lagoon’s icy water gave me back my will to live, and something I never imagined.

I woke at dawn to the noise from their room. The door was half open, and what I saw left me frozen in the hallway, naked and unable to move.

She left at midmorning and the apartment fell silent. Only he and I remained, and what had been awakened the night before could no longer be ignored.

It was July and we were both sweating. I’d been doing this for only a short time and still had a lot to learn, but that night the woman watched me from the chair as if I were the main course.

She was so nervous she could barely meet my eyes. He wanted to try me for the first time. All I had to do was take care of them until they stopped being afraid.

They thought they had everything under control until something broke. I was there, watching and taking part, learning where the line was that I wasn’t going to cross.