The Master Who Chose Me on My Birthday
I knew my parents were dominant. What I didn’t know was how far they’d go to give me the gift I asked for that morning.
I knew my parents were dominant. What I didn’t know was how far they’d go to give me the gift I asked for that morning.
We crossed the apartment threshold knowing we had two hours left, and he lunged at me before I could set the keys on the table.
Unai’s suitcase was packed, but before crossing the ocean there was one last night left: four bodies, two harnesses, and a goodbye none of them would ever forget.
He stepped down from the podium trembling with rage. He didn’t want to be alone: he crossed the apartment hallway and pushed open the door to the suite where his two men were already waiting awake for him.
Anyone would have thought we’d be sated after the banquet the night before. In this house, desire never rests, and that Sunday was about to overflow.
When I crossed the threshold of her attic, I knew that the month with my older sister would be nothing like the family vacation my parents imagined.
“If you’re a good boy, you’ll get a reward,” she told me before we left. I never imagined the reward would be shared, or that my mother would enjoy watching so much.
I went into his room like any mother. I came out knowing my own son desired me, and that a part of me had spent months waiting for exactly that.
I thought it would be a quiet afternoon in front of the TV, until my stepsister’s bare foot started climbing my thigh and one question changed everything.
Six months of freedom ended with one call: the father was coming home. And under the same roof, they’d have to hide a fire they no longer knew how to put out.
I knew my boyfriend was on the afternoon shift. I knocked on the apartment door with my heart pounding, determined not to leave without what I’d been imagining for weeks.
She agreed to share her bed just so she wouldn’t lose me. She had no idea how far I was willing to go so I wouldn’t lose her.
When the elevator doors closed behind my sister-in-law, my son realized the lie he’d told at the table wasn’t going to go unpaid.
When she hung up the phone, I knew I’d be at her place the next day. Her husband was away. And my daughter would never look at me the same way again.
Everyone in the neighborhood wanted her, but that birthday afternoon she discovered just how far she was willing to go to be the center of her own family again.
For months I’d been pretending men didn’t interest me anymore. One voice on the phone and a promise of a gift were enough to drag me back in.
I got off the bus hot-headed and tight in my pants. I knew what I was going to the vacant lot for, but not that I’d get fucked three times in a row.
I rang the bell with frozen hands. I hadn’t heard his voice in two years, but when he opened the door I knew that night we’d finish something we had left open.
At quarter to eleven I was already going down the stairs in my building. Before leaving I looked through the peephole, just in case I saw someone. The landing was empty. Better that way.
I moved to an unfamiliar city, and the first man to enter my apartment was also the most attractive. He had a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him.