Anal

That afternoon at the mansion, my parents made me choose between my privileges and a fantasy I never imagined I’d pay for with my own body.

I was naked on the balcony, smoking in front of the sea, when I saw the stranger on the bench across the street. And instead of covering up, I let him watch.

She arrived at my apartment with her cheek still bruised. That same night she stepped into the bathroom wrapped in a towel and dropped it when she saw me.

The robe barely covered her legs when she approached the sofa. Tobías was no longer pretending to sleep, and everything I’d been keeping quiet for months was showing.

For years I thought fun meant books and documentaries. Then she locked the bedroom door and started undressing in front of the two of us.

The moment I shook the newlywed’s hand, his wife held my gaze a second too long. That night she whispered to find her after the trip.

When the warning arrived, I turned on the screen thinking it would be just another meeting. I never imagined I’d see my sister-in-law kneeling in front of my father-in-law’s business partner.

She lived two floors above me, and every time I ran into her in the elevator I thought the same thing: you’re going to be mine. That afternoon, with a rose in my hand, I asked her to come down for coffee with me.

We’d been alone at home for a month when she offered to examine me after the hit. I never imagined my mother would kneel between my legs.

When I opened the door and saw her standing there with the grocery bags, I had no idea that that welcome-home dinner would be the start of years of blackmail.

Esteban was asleep when I got up to shower. By the time he woke again, I had already decided who else I wanted in that bed before noon.

When she opened the door and found us, I thought the family was over that afternoon. What I didn’t expect was to hear her confess, right in my ear, desires she’d kept hidden for years.

I arrived at the crime scene and found her smoking, her eyes dry. Three months later, the widow opened the door to me in a black nightgown, with a bottle of lube on the nightstand.

I gave her permission to go out with both of them on the same afternoon. When she came back to the parking lot, she still had one man’s marks on her and a date with the other at seven-thirty.

Marina was already dripping when she demanded the second round: both men at once, with no barriers, while the action movie still played in the background.

Friday yoga started as a silent game of looks and ended with her body pressed against mine in my father’s game room.

We got home from the airport at eleven at night, with the house to ourselves and fifteen days ahead of us. Then she told me she hated sleeping alone.

I heard him pull up in the driveway and I didn’t cover myself. I spread my legs on the sofa, moved my thong aside, and started touching myself before he even came in.

I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with strangers in a club bathroom. Or I wasn’t. That night in Barcelona, a short skirt and a mistake changed everything.

When the screen came on, my sister-in-law was welcoming her two relatives in the living room with a smile I’d never seen at Sunday lunches.