Anal

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.

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.

It was when she asked me to unzip her dress. That was all. Then I locked the door and everything changed.

I had never been with a trans girl. I found her ad on a site, called not knowing what to expect, and on Saturday I climbed three floors toward something unnamed.

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

I never planned to cheat on Esteban. But Diego had something that undid me with every conversation, and by the time he put his hand on my knee while driving, it was too late.

I was walking alone in the rain, my clothes clinging to my body, when he saw me from the construction site. Neither of us said much. We didn’t have to.

After years of keeping the secret, I blurted it out: my wife slept with other men, and I knew. What I saw in my uncle’s eyes wasn’t judgment, but something darker.