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She lifted her glass from the corner like she was toasting me. He came over and told me in my ear they wanted to take me to their apartment in Pichincha. I had no idea what was coming next.

I climbed the four floors with my heart racing. I wanted a toy, but I left with something more: the girl behind the glasses burned into me for that night.

My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.

One night, after too many beers, I said yes. What happened next forced me to rethink everything I thought I knew about myself.

When I realized something had changed, it was already too late. He was all the way in and he didn’t stop. Only then did I understand what he’d done without asking me.

Pablo and Laura arrived at the resort thinking about tennis. Eight adults, a terrace overlooking the sea, and one extra bottle of wine changed every plan.

We hired Valeria to care for my father-in-law, the man who had insulted me for years. No one imagined what would happen that morning in the bathroom.

I’d wanted to do it for a long time: pick up a man in a public place and take him to bed. That afternoon in the café, I finally dared.

That afternoon on the beach, I knew the four of them were watching us. What I didn’t know was that that night everything Roberto and I had imagined would come true.

I’d come home early from the bar. The hallway was dark and his bedroom door was half open. I stopped for just a second. That second changed everything.

I saw her appear at the far end of the street and already knew that night wouldn’t be like the others. She hadn’t come to chat.

She opened the door in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. I knew that dinner wouldn’t be like the others, but I couldn’t imagine how far we’d go.

They told me the client was special. They didn’t tell me he was the city’s most feared man—or that once I tied him up, he would truly begin to break.

He had a notebook of verses tucked under his arm and smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have gone back. But I did.

It had only been days since Luciana’s bisexual debut, and she was already asking for more. What we planned that night in Buenos Aires changed everything for her.

I went downstairs to get water and found her bent over the table, waiting. She’d been telling me no for weeks, and that night she decided it was yes.

The app on the hidden phone said three men, a hotel, no romance. All I had to do was type “yes.” I did it before thinking twice.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

When I saw the pickup's lights blinking in the parking lot, I knew the family breakfast could wait.

I put on Camila’s clothes as a joke. I ended up in a stranger’s apartment, not knowing how I’d gotten there or what was going to happen.