I Dressed as a Woman and She Offered Me to Several Men
I went into the bathroom as a man and came out in a minidress and platforms. My girlfriend was waiting in the room with three strangers and a smile that said it all.
I went into the bathroom as a man and came out in a minidress and platforms. My girlfriend was waiting in the room with three strangers and a smile that said it all.
The receptionist winked at him when he handed over the towel. That gesture was only the beginning: in every room, a different body and a new turn-on waited for him.
I got off the bus hot-headed and tight in my pants. I knew what I was going to the vacant lot for, but not that I’d get fucked three times in a row.
They knew that strong smell and body hair get me going like few things can. That Saturday they showed up with that smile that meant only one thing: the surprise was for me.
When I reached the clearing, Iker was already waiting, leaning against the rock, with that nervous smile he only ever gave me when we were alone.
When he told me he looked like the singer behind the counter when he dressed up, his mother smiled and I understood it wouldn’t stay a joke.
I was wearing my favorite dress the day those two men understood, without me saying a word, exactly what I was willing to give them.
He met my gaze with the note in my pocket, not yet knowing that that same afternoon I’d dial his number and find out how far his offer went.
We had been flirting for months over the internal chat. When I suggested closing the office on a Saturday, I never thought you’d come. You did—trembling, but you came.
The phone rang just as he walked through the door. It was my boyfriend. I couldn’t hang up. And my ex wasn’t about to wait for me to finish the call.
Diego always turned me on and I avoided him because of my boyfriend. Until that afternoon he took me to the gym sauna and I realized I couldn't keep lying to myself.
Don Salvador had been in the building for a month when I caught him hiding his phone. I didn’t see what he was looking at, but from the way he stammered, I imagined it right away.
That afternoon I didn’t go to play soccer. I went to lose something I had already decided to lose, never imagining my mother would arrive too soon.
She said she couldn’t fasten her seat belt. When I leaned over to help, her hand went somewhere else—and everything changed course.
I was twenty-two, with a curiosity kept under lock and key and the address of a hotel where no one would ask awkward questions. Antonella was waiting with a book in her hand.
I opened the wrong drawer by mistake and discovered my best friend was hiding things I didn’t even know how to name. That afternoon, she decided to explain them to me one by one.
I stormed out, my face covered in tears and my heart burning. I never thought a stranger in a cabin could teach me so much in a single afternoon.
I arrived at his apartment convinced I was going to penetrate him. I left realizing my body had always wanted the opposite.
When I looked up from the sofa, Bruno and Damián were standing in front of me with their cocks out. I didn’t make it to the door.
When I saw them come out of the elevator together, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different from all the others I’d had with him.