Anal

When three knocks sounded on the bathroom door, I assumed it was Carla. But he was the one who came in, without waiting for an answer, barefoot and bare-chested.

The park was empty at nine. When the three dark silhouettes appeared at the end of the path, I knew I wouldn’t get home the same person.

I’d spent weeks showing myself to her on camera. That night, with one whispered sentence, she asked me for something that changed forever what I thought I wanted.

Octavio strutted naked along the pool’s edge like he was a prize, never suspecting his wife and her friend already had a plan for that afternoon.

It’s raining, no one’s home, and the show I put on to fall asleep turns into something else. Then I remember where I keep my red toy.

At fifty-one, after many women, I wrote to a stranger on a gay website not knowing that message would force me to accept what I had always denied.

I’d spent the whole day with my underwear damp just thinking about what was waiting for me at home. The box was still closed on the bed, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

No one knows what I do in the dark, with the door shut and the bottom drawer open. That night I decided, for the first time, to leave proof of it all.

That afternoon I wanted something different, something to pull me out of boredom. I found a stranger willing to watch while I let myself be watched.

I’d been secretly wearing lingerie for years. That week, away from home, I decided to find out what it really felt like with a stranger in bed.

The rain was hitting the window and the house was silent. I had the whole afternoon to myself, and for the first time I decided to stop imagining it and feel it for real.

I had never seen her, I didn’t know her name, but that night her sentences touched me deeper than anyone had touched me in years. And I let them.

My wife thought the game was over when the technician left. She didn’t know the hidden camera had recorded everything, and that my excitement had only just begun as I watched from the office.

That early morning, when he tore away the sheet, I knew there was nothing left to hide: he knew, and I wanted him to know.

When I felt his erection pressed hard against my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to move. And I knew that at the next stop, we were both getting off.

She expected one toy. Inside the box was an entire collection, and Lucía knew that afternoon, alone in the apartment, no one would interrupt her.

I went upstairs to use the bathroom and he was waiting for me with his fly open. What I didn’t count on was someone opening the door just when we were on all fours.

For a whole year I lived two lives: the perfect professional beside my partner, and the insatiable lover who returned to the hotel each night. Until television announced his death.