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I’d spent years receiving messages with no substance, until a young couple wrote asking for something specific: for me to take control of them both for an entire afternoon.

I woke at dawn to the noise from their room. The door was half open, and what I saw left me frozen in the hallway, naked and unable to move.

The message arrived at midnight and I read it three times before showing it to my husband. He wasn’t asking permission. He was giving me instructions, and I was already trembling.

I’d spent two weeks unable to get my girlfriend’s sister out of my head. That night I went downstairs for water and found her awake, waiting for me.

When Carla asked if I wanted to do it again, I already knew my answer before she finished the sentence. What I didn’t know was how far I was willing to go that night.

When she opened the hidden folder on her phone and turned the screen toward me, I realized the shy girl had finally dared to tell it all.

What we had lived in the shadows, hidden from everyone. It took me eleven months to understand that, for him, I had never been anything more than a game between friends.

In the dressing room, Daniela chose the red dress that allowed no underwear. She didn’t know it would make her the obsession of the entire channel.

I woke thirsty that night and found the door ajar. What I saw across the hallway left me frozen, afraid even to breathe.

Marina shot me a look through the steam when they came through the door. I already knew then that the night wouldn’t end as we had planned when we came upstairs.

I met her long before I met her sister, my wife. Ten years after that hotel, I saw her come out of the water at the beach and knew the story wasn’t over.

When I felt his cock against my ass in the darkness, I knew neither of us would sleep that night. Fifteen years later, I still think about it.

She was fifty-two, trapped in a lukewarm marriage, and wearing lace stockings for the first time. She didn’t expect the man who would board two stops later.

I went up the stairs, opened the main bathroom door, and there she was, in the tub with the baby, barely covered by a thin layer of foam.

I thought the nap would leave the beach empty. When I returned from the sea, she had one hand inside her bikini, eyes closed, unaware I was watching her.

When Mariana asked for my help, I knew the secret I’d hidden for years was about to come to light in front of three people I barely knew.

I’d spent years hiding a part of myself. The night I told her, I never imagined she’d end up asking if we’d do it together with several men.

I went to the clinic for a simple backache, never suspecting that the company doctor had a kind of treatment that appears in no medical manual.