Anal

When he got there first, she was already looking at the shelves with a book she wasn’t reading. They were the only two. And neither pretended to be surprised.

When she opened the door, I knew the search was over. Valentina had curves you can’t fake and a direct gaze that promised so much more.

Every Friday he took her home, pretending they were just friends. She knew it. So did he. But neither dared say it aloud.

What began as a farewell toast ended with four pairs of hands on me and a night I’ll never forget.

We had talked about it for months, as a fantasy. That night it stopped being fantasy. And sitting in that chair, I couldn’t look away for even a second.

When the system blinked green and the screen sharpened, the last thing I expected was Camila approaching the armchair where my husband read the paper, completely naked.

I always carried my girl things in my bag, just in case. That day I knew the “just in case” had finally arrived.

He took my jaw in one hand and looked me straight in the eyes. He was my cousin. We were family. And neither of us backed down.

Marco was still holding his coffee when she looked him in the eyes and said she needed two men at once. Neither of them expected that morning to change the rules of the game.

There was something unfinished from that first night under the bridge. My body remembered it. A week later, my feet took me there on their own.

Every morning I wake in my cage with the vibrators in place, waiting for Master to come down for me. Today will be a very long day.

I opened the drawer with my heart pounding. There was lace, there was string, there was a woman waiting inside clothes that had never been mine. That afternoon everything changed.

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.