Fenix_01

At six, her friend's message came with three kisses, and Amparo knew before answering that this call would not end like all the others.

When he got out of the van with that smile, I knew the broken boiler would be the best excuse fate had given me in years.

I only meant to connect the cameras to my phone. Instead I found, recorded and dated, what my mother did every time my father left for work.

I’d been dry for five years, and my husband had just proposed a threesome with him dressed as a woman. The craziest part: I already knew who to invite.

I grew up understanding naturism as something natural, but nothing prepared me for the day my mother’s boyfriend stopped covering himself in front of me.

I get up early so I can have the gym to myself. But for the past three weeks, there’s been a much better reason to arrive before anyone else: him, and that scandalous smile.

Every morning I spied on him from the window without admitting it. That rainy afternoon he showed up at my door soaked, and I knew there was no way to keep pretending nothing was happening.

Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.

I thought the steam room was mine alone, along with my toys. Then the door opened and a very tall stranger looked at me without any hurry to cover herself.

It was two in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and she was still laughing on my sofa. I knew that was the moment I had been waiting for.

For months I’d noticed her searching for me in the crowd during the sermon. That Sunday I decided to follow her home and find out what that look was hiding.

She laughed that she liked sleeping spooning, pressed her body against mine, and in the darkness of that borrowed room I understood it wasn’t a game.

When winter leaves me trembling and alone, I close my eyes and imagine her entering with firm steps, ready to undress me slowly and finally make me completely hers.

I arrived single and bored, planning to leave early. Then the lambada started, and firm hands took my waist from behind.

She showed up twenty minutes late on purpose so we wouldn’t have time to go to the theater. Only then did I realize she’d already decided how the night would end.

I sent my secretary home, turned up the heat, and left only my blazer over my sheer bra. I wanted Mariela to see everything I’d been craving for weeks.

When she gave me the keys to her apartment and left for work, I already knew that night we were going to debut much more than the bottle of wine I had packed in my suitcase.

When she came through the salon door, I knew that session was going to break something inside me. And I wasn’t wrong.

I used to dream about men. Now it’s only her: the stranger who touches me under the table and slips into my bed every night, even though my partner sleeps beside me.