Anal

I was nineteen and thought I was untouchable—until that dawn when a man twice my age showed me how wrong I was.

It was the last person I expected to see that afternoon. I opened the door half asleep and, seeing him there with that half-smile, my mouth went dry.

When she came out of the shower and took off the scarf, I discovered Daniela was hiding something that was going to change our beach weekend completely.

Tomás came out of the shower naked and said why should he get dressed if we were going to strip him anyway. That night in the cabin, none of the four of us thought about sleeping.

“Come down at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Tonight we’re going to use you between the two of us.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and started counting the hours.

When I saw the truck driving away down the road, my body started beating differently. I knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he and I were left alone in that house.

I saw my own face on his phone screen, lost among the hair on his torso, and understood that the afternoon in the sauna hadn’t been as anonymous as I’d thought.

My parents said that neighbor was trouble. I only knew that every time I ran into her in the elevator, I struggled to breathe and didn’t know why.

I went to the office with the plug in and stockings under my clothes, dreaming of what my wife would do when I got home. That night, onstage, everything changed.

I handed him the folded note and a condom without saying a word. He read it, looked me over, and only said: come with me. I wasn’t thinking clearly again for hours.

The message arrived at midnight and I read it three times before showing it to my husband. He wasn’t asking permission. He was giving me instructions, and I was already trembling.

We’ve been together for years, and there’s still something I don’t dare ask her for. Every time she kneels in front of me, the fantasy returns and I struggle to stay silent.

I’d spent two weeks unable to get my girlfriend’s sister out of my head. That night I went downstairs for water and found her awake, waiting for me.

I sent a photo of my open pussy from the café bathroom. What happened next, in front of that picture window, still makes my legs shake.

I thought I ruled the bedroom—untouchable, demanding. Then you went down on me and opened me up, and I found out how much I liked obeying.

When lockdown was lifted, I’d been holding out for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three at once.

That night we went down twenty-two steps into the basement where the sax was playing. What happened down there still hasn’t been told to anyone.

I accepted his money without imagining how he’d want it paid back. When he arrived that night with wine and that calm smile, I knew there was no turning back.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.