Anal

I climbed the metal stairs with my skirt clutched in one hand and four pairs of eyes trying to look between my legs. The man waiting upstairs wasn’t Raúl.

It started as a night of pizza and fernet. It ended with each girl confessing the dirtiest erotic fantasy she’d ever said out loud.

For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.

I arrived at the complex looking for a body that would obey without question. What I found that afternoon surpassed everything I had imagined.

That giant of a man was eating a sandwich at the bar. One look was enough to know I’d be back at the nightclub door that night looking for him.

I went to the airport in a red dress that was too tight, with a secret between my legs. That night, the red got into our skin, our mouths, everything.

I was wandering aimlessly when he lifted his head from a second-floor window and held my gaze as if he knew, before I did, that we’d end up tangled in his sheets.

Valentina saw the bulge under his shorts and didn’t ignore it. She stood up, glanced around to make sure the room was empty, and moved closer slowly.

I booked the cabin for myself, but the Danube has a way of dissolving borders no map can predict.

Bruno would take our parents back to the city and I’d stay behind alone. What no one expected was that Sunday lunch would end like that.