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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 downstairs at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Today the two of us are going to use you.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and began 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.

At four in the afternoon I was gorgeous, freshly made up in front of the mirror. By ten at night, nothing was left of that perfect girl, and I loved it.

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.

“I’ll help you,” Lorena said before going upstairs to change. When she came down in that fitted skirt, neither of them imagined how far that morning would go.

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.

Every week they repeated the same private ritual, but that night, with her cousin sleeping on the other side of the hall, she discovered how much she liked obeying.

I never imagined that an ordinary afternoon waiting for my wife to return would end with me seeing through a window what I never should have seen.

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 agreed to pedal a hundred kilometers to please him. What I didn’t expect was the jar of cayenne waiting for me that night in the hotel sink.

I wore my cowgirl hat with no intention of going home alone. I never imagined a stranger would suggest something I’d never dared to try.

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 the lockdown ended, I had been holding back for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three men at once.

My mother rented out the extra room to two newly arrived brothers, and from the first day I felt them stripping me with their eyes. I never imagined how far it would go.