Anal

He told me he’d show me three moments of pleasure and send me away light. He didn’t mention the cuffs, the balcony, or the vibrator that would change everything.

The rumor swept through the bakery: Espiguita was back. And the only man who truly knew her felt the past crashing down on him.

They said he wasn’t fit to be the lead. But that ass, the producer murmured with the camera on him, that ass has a future in this industry.

The first time I knelt before my cousin, I stopped being who I was. What came after changed my body forever.

The white leggings were see-through under my sweatshirt, and I knew that night, in the empty van, the driver was going to look at me differently.

I went to the club looking for a quiet night. I ended up walking through a bedroom door with another man’s wife and the promise that he’d wait outside.

I went up to the third floor in my fishnet stockings and white heels, left the door ajar, and waited for the sound of my steps to wake the hunger in the men in the hallway.

I’d spent years secretly wearing my sister’s clothes. The night he waited for me at that hotel, I stopped pretending and became who I’d always been.

I accepted the invitation with my lingerie tucked in my bag. I never imagined there’d be no camera, and that the real plan was me.

He shut the bathroom door, looked at himself in the mirror in the short blouse and wet lace, and knew there was no way back tonight.

For weeks I’d been wearing lingerie under my clothes, but that night, alone at home, I decided to become the woman he wanted to see.

That Friday we were the last ones at the pool. When I got out of the water, his eyes dropped to my swimsuit and I knew the student would be someone else tonight.

I dialed the number with a trembling hand. A South American voice told me to go up to the third floor, that it wouldn’t hurt, that tonight I’d learn to ask for more.

The box had been closed at the back of the wardrobe for months. I opened it out of curiosity and, an hour later, I had my phone recording everything my body could feel.

I closed the bathroom door, turned on the tap, and promised myself I’d be quick. Lie. That night I discovered how far I was willing to go with myself.

I get home, strip naked on the sofa, and lose count. It’s my routine, my secret, the only thing I truly need at the end of the day.

I was alone, the heat was unbearable, and the water ran lukewarm over my skin. Then I got an idea I’d been imagining for months and had never had the courage to try.

I never thought watching a stranger touch herself at dawn would ignite such a strong desire in me that I’d end up in a park that same night, losing all shame.