Carolina_Bog

Marcos set the bottle on the bar and said out loud what the two of them had been keeping silent for days. The bartender pretended not to hear.

When she came out of the bathroom in the clothes I’d left on the bed, I knew that afternoon she’d obey every order without a complaint.

She only came to drop off some papers. When she sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, I knew the problem was going to be mine, not hers.

When Rafael ordered me to take off my blouse, the other two men in the room didn’t move. No one protested. No one looked away. That was what he wanted me to understand.

There were six of us at Rosa’s bar. By three in the morning, the same six of us were still at Valeria’s place, but nobody had any clothes on.

Marcos said it without beating around the bush in that café: he wanted to leave everything and be with Valeria. What happened last night was too real to pretend it didn’t.

My mother tried on three outfits in front of me and, before choosing one, casually dropped the black thong question like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I was masturbating thinking about her when she pushed the door open without warning, fresh from the shower and not a stitch of clothes on. What happened next shouldn’t be told.

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.

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

Rodrigo told me bluntly one night, while I thought I was only going to sleep. His voice was calm, almost too calm for what he was asking me.

I’d spent weeks avoiding all of them. I wanted them worked up and waiting for that weekend. When I left the office on Friday, everything was already planned.

That night in the rented house in Búzios, with three guys and half a bottle of vodka, Camila decided shame could wait until tomorrow.

When Marco told her he had a surprise, Carmela chose her green dress. She didn’t expect to meet Diego’s dark eyes fixed on her.

When I arrived at the apartment, I was expecting nothing but photos. I had no idea that two brothers were waiting in that room with a very different proposition.

Lucía let go of the helm, leaned back against my chest, and I felt her hips moving, searching for what she could no longer hide under her swimsuit.