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“Nice ass,” she said behind me. I didn’t turn right away. That voice couldn’t be hers, not after four years of silence.

The young master’s wardrobe held a black uniform with a white cap, and Don Aurelio told her that once she put it on, she would cease to be Marcial forever.

I carried her boxes up, made her coffee, and before I finished it, I already knew that neighbor was going to change every night I spent in that building.

We were up in the cherry tree stealing fruit when Hugo confessed the obsession he’d carried since childhood. That same afternoon, his mother still had no idea what was coming.

It was eleven and I couldn’t focus anymore. I opened the app without hope, but thirty minutes later I was walking to his building with a box of condoms in my pocket.

I didn’t go up to that motel thinking I’d be the one ending up on all fours, begging her not to stop. But she knew exactly what I hadn’t dared admit.

Two years had passed since the first time. When he replied to my message, I knew I was going to see him, even though something in me said I shouldn’t.

I’d spent a year staring at that toy in the drawer without daring to use it. That night, in my lace nightgown with the padlock locked, I knew I was finally going to let it open me all the way.

I lit only the red candles, adjusted my babydoll, and waited. When the doorbell rang, I knew that dawn would remind me who I truly was.

I met her long before I met her sister, my wife. Ten years after that hotel, I saw her come out of the water at the beach and knew the story wasn’t over.

I had barely gone a few steps when my phone started vibrating nonstop. It was her, and she wasn’t going to let me get away that easily that night.

When I pushed open the metal door, I expected to find him alone, like always. But under that hanging bulb were four more men, and none of them looked in any hurry.

I found her biting her lip in front of the mirror, wearing her bikini, her crotch already wet. I wasn’t going to wait for her to be ready.

I’d known Esteban for years, but that stifling afternoon I discovered his house held a secret that would change our friendship forever.

Four days tied to his bed, twelve thousand euros richer, and a body that no longer resists the same way. The worst part isn’t what he does: it’s what starts shining in my eyes.

The doorbell rang just as she finished hanging the laundry. I hid in the bedroom and watched her go answer it wearing nothing but wedges and a smile.

I had kept my secret hidden at the back of the closet for months. That night I opened the door in a pleated skirt and red bow—and never wanted to turn back.

When I opened my eyes at nine in the morning, Daniel wasn’t the only one in bed anymore. And his best friend was looking at me like he’d been waiting for that exact moment for hours.

When they knocked to say our ten minutes were up, I was already face down on the artist’s bed, trembling, his body pressed against mine.

At three in the morning, Damián was still sunk into my sofa, shirt soaked with sweat and breathing heavy. And I was no longer thinking about anything else.