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I had never really noticed another man until his eyes met mine in that bar. Three drinks later I was in his apartment, not knowing what to do with my hands.

My husband couldn’t stand seeing me like that, cut off from my own body. He asked the gynecologist for help. What he prescribed that night changed everything between the three of us.

I reached the northern hotel expecting to rest before work. That night, sitting across from him in a robe, I knew we wouldn’t sleep until dawn.

I went in naked and walked among bodies without knowing what I was looking for. When I climbed into the hammock with a glass of wine, a forty-year-old man settled beside me and asked if I minded.

The beds squeaked in sync. If she moaned, my girlfriend got louder. It was a silent competition between four people separated by a few inches of drywall.

I took up a spot on their corner without really knowing what I was looking for. The first time a stranger asked my price, my voice shook more than I expected.

She accepted the service as a one-time fantasy, but she never imagined that stranger would lead her to discover orgasms she didn’t even know her body could have.

Three beers, a joint, and a secluded table on the balcony. The thrill of knowing anyone might look over was exactly what we wanted that night.

I arrived on time, but they were nowhere to be seen. Then I got the photo: my girlfriend kneeling before my boyfriend in the back bathroom, waiting for me to finally come in.

By the time I got into the taxi heading out of town, I could still have turned back. I didn’t, and hours later I would regret it with my wrists tied to his headboard.

I contacted him through an ad site. I’d been trying for a year and nothing ever came of it. That December 24 was the first time I dared.

At seven on New Year's Eve, I didn't want to return to the hotel and be alone. I remembered the booth club three blocks away and went in without thinking twice.

Andrés had spent years asking for more than she could give. That night, Lucía set the knife on the counter, looked at her son, and proposed something none of them would forget.

Damián swore we knew how to have fun. I never imagined his invitation would lead us to a hallway of red curtains where my wife would decide for both of us.

She never made it to the meetup spot. Twenty minutes later, a stranger came up to me with a proposition I hadn’t planned on.

While Lucía prepared to receive her lover, her sister had another plan for the nephew: the attic boxes were only an excuse to begin.

The moment she saw herself in the mirror wearing the dress, she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk five peaceful yards without people following her.

At quarter to eleven I was already going down the stairs in my building. Before leaving I looked through the peephole, just in case I saw someone. The landing was empty. Better that way.

Valentina had spent four months planning that weekend. Four friends, a naturist resort, and a night none of them knew how would end.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.