HugoPerverso

I accepted a drink after work, thinking it would be innocent. Three hours later, I realized I’d never wanted it to be.

We both had partners, and we both knew it. Even so, I took off my sweater in the passenger seat and let him look at me the way he’d wanted to for weeks.

My mother thought I was still in class. She didn’t know the closet door was ajar and that I saw everything from inside her room that afternoon.

That afternoon his mother wasn’t home and he had a surprise waiting. I still didn’t know those minutes would awaken a taste I’d never let go of.

I had denied it to him for months. That night, in a hotel room that smelled of cheap disinfectant, I decided to stop telling him no.

We had never gone beyond a polite greeting, but that soaked afternoon, trapped by the rain in his shop, everything changed with a single message on my phone.

They left the club at two in the morning. Renata had no idea the real show that night was playing on a screen at the foot of the bed.

The owner insisted she take off her bra to try on the strapless dress. What Mariana didn’t expect was to see her mother nod in approval at every order.

I was in my forties, married, with two children, and I had never once looked at another woman. That night, leaning on the bar in a pub, everything I thought I knew about myself came undone.

We got turned on in class and couldn’t wait until we got home. The vacant lot behind the college was the first of many places where we shouldn’t have touched each other.

I remember her at the door of her bookstore, with her almost white hair and those impossible eyes. Ten years passed before I had her near me again, and this time I wasn’t going to let her go.

Carolina had never told anyone what she secretly wanted. That night, with the house to themselves, she decided her sister-in-law would be the first to hear it... and more.

We arrived revving the bike so everyone would look. But I only had eyes for the girl in the next tent and for what we were going to share that night.

In front of the camera, the sexologist promised a simple anatomy lesson. But when the host slipped a hand under her thong, both knew there was no turning back.

When I passed the half-open bathroom door and saw her naked from behind, I knew that night at my place wouldn’t end with two old acquaintances drinking tea.

When she entered that club hidden behind a theology bookstore, Marlene knew her husband’s freedom would be paid for with every garment she shed before the judge.

I started by telling him made-up dreams about other men. What he didn’t know was that every word that made him moan had really happened that same week.

I woke to the smell of coffee and knew that those two days with her, shut inside while the rain fell outside, would stay with me forever.

I know I should feel ashamed, but at that hour, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I stop pretending the touch is an accident.

She’d go up to her room, open the closet, and change knowing we were watching from the street. I was the youngest in the group, but I was the first to go through her door.