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Bored at home, I agreed to have a drink with him. I never expected that beer to end with me on my knees—and later in his hotel room.

I heard him every night on the other side of the wall and imagined taking my mother’s place with the man who devoured me with his eyes whenever he thought no one was watching.

When he took off his trousers in the fitting room, she had to step away from the curtain so he wouldn’t hear her hold her breath.

He was old enough to be my son, but he looked at me like a man looks at a woman he wants to undress slowly. And I did nothing to correct the misunderstanding.

From the darkness I watched them through the fence of plants. He was small and quiet, but what he was hiding under his pants took my breath away that night.

She walked down the carpeted corridor with her heart racing: behind that door waited the man she had spent half her life imagining.

My husband napped while I walked the sand, searching for the three men I’d spent two days imagining. I wasn’t coming back without them.

I arrived in a black dress and the idea of an easy night. By 3 a.m., I was no longer counting bottles or the hands running over my back.

I had barely set foot on the stairs when hands grabbed my hips from behind. That day, the pleasure began before I’d even had coffee.

I took the blue pill before leaving the locker room because I knew what was coming. What I didn’t know was how far Romina and I would go that night.

I thought it would be a day at sea with friends. I didn’t count on the deckhand who couldn’t keep his eyes off me, or on everything that came after.

Her mouth around my cock woke me up, and I knew the second day in the beach house was going to be even longer than the first.

When Renata went barefoot into the kitchen at dawn, she never imagined her husband would watch from the doorway, or that morning would change everything between the four of them.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel and crossed the living room slowly, knowing both men’s eyes would follow me to the bedroom.

I went back to the chalet thinking it was all over, and found the pool full of bodies, cups on the ground, and the panther waiting for me in the water with a smile that said it all.

I went down to the kitchen practically naked, with three strangers kneeling in my living room and my partner on the other side of the wall. What I didn’t know was that he was recording everything.

She told her husband she was spending the night at some friends’ house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening as a line formed outside.

Adrián called us asking for a favor, but the real surprise began in our hotel room, long before the six-person dinner he had planned.

We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.

I chose her dress myself: white, tight, and with nothing underneath. I wanted her to be the most desired woman at dinner, and I had no idea how far that night would take us.