Anal

When he got there first, she was already looking at the shelves with a book she wasn’t reading. They were the only two. And neither pretended to be surprised.

When the system blinked green and the screen sharpened, the last thing I expected was Camila approaching the armchair where my husband read the paper, completely naked.

He took my jaw in one hand and looked me straight in the eyes. He was my cousin. We were family. And neither of us backed down.

There was something unfinished from that first night under the bridge. My body remembered it. A week later, my feet took me there on their own.

For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.

That giant of a man was eating a sandwich at the bar. One look was enough to know I’d be back at the nightclub door that night looking for him.

I was wandering aimlessly when he lifted his head from a second-floor window and held my gaze as if he knew, before I did, that we’d end up tangled in his sheets.

Bruno would take our parents back to the city and I’d stay behind alone. What no one expected was that Sunday lunch would end like that.