Anal

The first night I swore I’d go home. By the seventh, I couldn’t remember why I’d bought a return flight. This is what happened between those two nights.

I traveled alone seeking temples and ended up on a terrace over the river, surrounded by hands that weren’t mine and mouths that knew exactly where to find me.

She burst out laughing, lowered her voice, and looked at me with that satisfied whore’s smile I already knew. I knew she was going to tell me everything she’d kept hidden.

When Damián whispered that he could have me, something changed in Mateo's eyes. His shyness vanished, and I stopped being the one in control of the game.

For two years I ignored my boss’s stares and his wife’s silent insults. That afternoon, when the last employee turned off the lights, I stopped ignoring everything.

She walked into the classroom slowly, her face pale and a flash of pain on her face when she sat down that she couldn’t hide. It took me days to get the truth out of her.

I was 18. I never would have imagined a trip with my grandmother and mother would end like this. The storm had gone on for two days without stopping.

That night Valeria took my head in her hands and pushed me exactly where I’d spent months not daring to look.

I saw my ex kissing someone else at the bar. That night I crossed a line I’d never crossed before, and spent months charging for pleasure.

They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.

It was just the two of us in bed, the light low, her legs over mine. I told her I’d spent weeks thinking about something I didn’t know how to ask for.

We were two married business partners, a pricey SUV, and two hundred kilometers ahead. They were twenty and had an attitude that changed everything.

The man who could get them out of Morocco had one condition: no money, no jewelry. He only wanted to film them.

She had spent weeks preparing the trip that would put distance between them. But he appeared at her door before she could escape.

When Sofía lowered herself into the chair and I saw her face twist in pain, I knew the flu was a lie and that what had happened was far worse than I imagined.

I met her in the kitchen at a party and she whispered in my ear that she'd been watching me all night. That night changed everything.

We’d spent twenty years talking on Discord. When we finally met, she arrived in a latex dress with something in her bag that changed everything.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Sebastián brought men over for me to play with. The game had always been mine—until Diego walked in with that calm that never promises anything good.