Anal

Martín arrived with a ladder and a toolbox. Doña Carmen watched him take off his shirt in the sun and knew the job would take a long time.

Diego knew exactly which button to push. Two years without seeing him, a message at one in the morning, and I was already in a taxi crossing the city.

Rodrigo had promised Valeria that this New Year's Eve would be different. She had no idea just how right he was.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.

Valeria didn’t want expensive gifts. She wanted to be the main course of a night where everyone bet on her and her husband watched with pride.

That afternoon beside the pool, she took off her bikini top, and everything between them changed. The tension they had ignored for days could no longer be undone.

We were drinking wine when she told me, “I never told you everything about Punta del Este.” What followed left me speechless for hours.

The wig, the dress, and the heels were in my desk drawer. My boss had known for months. And that changed everything between us.

In this line of work, you quickly learn there are people who confuse paying for a service with buying a person. Some lessons stay with you for life.

I’d rejected him a hundred times, called him the ugly duckling in front of everyone. When I opened my eyes, my wrists were hanging from a bar and he had a whip.

When I opened the door for him, I felt his eyes lock onto the black strap peeking over my jeans. He smiled before pushing me inside.

When I opened my eyes in that black marble suite, she was there, naked, looking at me like she’d known me forever. And maybe death was my best accident.

When Carla took off her shirt and sat on my husband, I knew the game had crossed a line none of the four of us wanted to come back from.

When I took the glass jar out of my mother’s drawer, I already knew that afternoon I was going to cross a line I didn’t intend to come back from.

The sun burned our naked skin while Damián split me open without mercy, and in the water, a few meters away, my mother discovered that she was hungry too.

When she turned her head on the summit, I knew it was her. The girl from that party. Seven years later, her gaze was still claiming what I never finished.

She climbed three floors to a door with no sign, thinking she knew what she was there for. What she found in that room wasn’t in any ad.

We shut the door, turned on the console, and my brother lay back on my legs with that nervous smile he only gets when he’s hiding something he’s dying to tell.

When my husband left town, the two old men from the fifth floor invited me to celebrate a birthday. What happened on the dining table never should have happened.

We’d been fantasizing about him for months. When he accepted our dinner invitation, we knew that night wouldn’t be about the master’s program only.