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In that narrow stall, with the stranger’s footsteps echoing just beyond the partition, I learned that silence can be a desperate kind of orgasm.

Marcos was the only man in town who had not closed his eyes. He bored a hole through the wood and looked through it. What he saw never left him.

I got naked in my in-laws’ pool at two in the morning. Ten minutes of silence and freedom. Then I heard a door open.

We went to the nude beach to relax. What began with furtive glances ended with her moaning among strangers while I couldn’t stop watching.

She took another sip of wine, looked at me with that smile that means a confession is coming, and started telling me what really happened that night in the rented house.

When we got off the plane in Ilulissat, we never imagined Inuit hospitality included leaving the bed open for guests. That night changed everything between us.

When I rolled down the window, Laura had already decided that night would have no limits. The strangers outside the car could tell.

Rodrigo looked me straight in the eye and said yes, to do it, but that he wanted to watch everything. I thought I’d be embarrassed, but I felt exactly the opposite.