What I Did Alone the Night You Didn’t Come
It’s been five weeks since you showed up, and tonight, with the house all to myself, I decided I wasn’t going to wait any longer to finish what you left half-done.
It’s been five weeks since you showed up, and tonight, with the house all to myself, I decided I wasn’t going to wait any longer to finish what you left half-done.
It took me years to understand what my body was asking for. And once I finally did, there was no going back or settling for less.
He’d been thinking about it for weeks. The box arrived on an ordinary Tuesday, with no sender, and Adrián hid it in the closet until the house fell silent.
It’s two in the morning, I can’t sleep, and I’m alone. The heat is brutal, the bed is burning me, and my mind starts drifting to names and bodies I thought I’d forgotten.
They arrived in an unmarked box. I never imagined that same night would end with me locked in my room, biting a pillow so no one would hear me.
I parked behind the trees, spread the towel over the back seat, and thought I was completely alone. I had no idea what I’d see when I switched on the headlights.
When the technician fixed my computer, I thought it was over. I had no idea he already knew Marina, my best-kept secret, and intended to use it against me.
I’ve been writing for half an hour and I no longer know whether the hands running over that skin are the character’s or mine on my own body.
The moment the last guest closed the door behind them, I knew I wouldn’t sleep that night until I’d emptied myself out in front of the mirror.
I’m naked on the rug, facing the mirror, still trembling from the last orgasm. And then I decide to play back what I just filmed of myself.
She stood beside the bronze sculpture in a black dress that seemed in love with her body, and she looked at me without shame, as if she already knew what we would do that night.
I had the house to myself, two toys in the drawer, and an idea that had been haunting me for weeks. That night I was finally going to dare.
I slipped the vibrator into the toiletry bag beside the toothbrush. If fantasy could ease the pain, no one was going to stop me from trying that night.
I shut the bathroom door, let the uniform fall to the floor, and knew I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else that afternoon but his hands.
I promised myself I wouldn’t touch myself until I got home, but between work, the gym, and one way-too-hot stranger, my body had other plans.
When I crossed the threshold of her attic, I knew that the month with my older sister would be nothing like the family vacation my parents imagined.
I only wanted to get home. But his honey-colored eyes and that half-smile of a boy who knows what he wants made me change course in the middle of the station.
He came home in tears because his girlfriend had dumped him that very day. His mother only wanted to comfort him. Neither of them imagined how far it would go.
When she came barefoot down the hall in that transparent robe, I knew neither of us was going to pretend nothing had happened.
“You come in wearing a mask and give her pleasure in front of him,” she told me as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And instead of refusing, I was already imagining it.