Anal

I entered the room convinced it would be a quick fuck for revenge. I left at dawn without remembering my own name.

At one minute to midnight, the penthouse door was already ajar, and she waited for me trembling, unaware of how far I intended to take her.

When I saw his message before entering the parking garage, I knew I wouldn’t be going home with trembling legs just from driving.

I sat facing the sofa with my thighs clenched and my underwear soaked, determined not to touch anything and to watch it all.

I invited him home to explain my absences, but what he found in the living room changed the way he looked at me at the office.

Mara heard the applause behind her and understood that the ordeal had only just begun, though her body was already trembling on the marble.

I entered the room out of curiosity and ended up trapped between two adult bodies that seemed to understand my desire better than I did.

At the nude beach, I realized she wasn’t lacking desire—only someone willing to push her where she had long wanted to go.

I put on those heels to impress my boss, but ended up on my knees before a stranger who read my desire better than I did.

I woke up soaking wet, unsure whether the man who had held me in my dream was a colleague, a stranger, or pure imagination. It didn’t matter.

I’d spent the night dodging his jokes, until I let him into the bathroom and there was no way left to pretend I didn’t want to touch him.

I woke up with her gathering my clothes, but when she bent down beside the bed, I knew I wasn't going to study a thing that morning.

We traveled to reunite, but a few drinks, a steamy dance, and a confession ended with us fucking without restraint.

I asked her to arrive naked at the pool and left the door unlocked. Ten minutes later, I watched her cross the patio, her red hair shining in the pool light.

I left her at the restaurant and drove back to the hotel alone, knowing that night I'd hear my wife moaning for another man.

I walked into the hotel thinking I'd only fuck her, but when they blindfolded me, I realized this threesome was going much further.

Damián asked me to wear the plug before we went to the party. I didn’t know the real night would begin when his best friend stepped in front of me on the dance floor.

I saw you alone at the end of the bar, drink in hand and wearing the look of someone asking for exactly what I wanted that night too.

I came out of the shower and couldn’t find my clothes; they were folded across my roommate’s knees, beneath the smile of someone who had been waiting weeks for me.

I went in to make a toast with them out of curiosity, but when they closed the door and surrounded me, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.