Ivan92

For years we were no-strings-attached lovers, and she was always in charge. The day she signed my dismissal, I decided that, for once, I would set the terms.

I locked eyes with a woman across the bar. She looked incredibly familiar, but I couldn't remember why—until she approached and said two words that changed everything.

I hadn’t seen her in more than four years. I bought a ticket to her play without suspecting what would happen afterward, in the early hours at my place.

I didn’t want him simply to take me. I wanted him to claim me, slowly, until I no longer recognized myself. That night I learned surrender can also be power.

I had two options: stop everything and push her away from him, or give him free rein to take what I wanted most. I chose the worse one.

I’d been sleeping among the stars for twenty years. The first woman who smiled at me on solid ground dragged me into a bathroom before I could say no.

I thought we’d had five perfect years, until she walked into that shop and chose something that made it clear my body wasn’t enough anymore.

He didn’t do much for me physically, but the idea of being wanted was intoxicating. When he climbed onto the stool to fix the fan, I knew exactly how I’d pay him back.

The rustle of the sheet woke me, and when I turned my head I found her asleep beside me. I remembered nothing from the night before, but my body did.

No one at the party suspected a thing: to everyone we were just friends. But that dawn Adrián took the road to the hillside estate, and I knew we were done pretending.

Dommes squeeze, ring, burn them. We barely lick. The first time I looked at a pair up close was in a student flat, long before I knelt before anyone.

I was married, I was straight, and I was sure of who I was. That dawn, in a car parked by the beach, I stopped being so sure.