Kevin_Mty

I got up before the second alarm. I knew that, if I played my cards right, we’d both arrive at work with smiles that would be hard to hide.

I take the pill, choose carefully, and let myself go. The kink isn't in the risk, but in losing control with someone who knows exactly what I want.

I met him while collecting the mail. A week later I was on my knees in the meter room, wondering how I’d lost control so fast.

I recognized his face at the traffic light and knew that work trip would not end like the others. All I needed was an excuse to knock on his door at night.

That morning, Nora had an hour left before they came to pick her up. She tightened the black skirt in the mirror and realized the price of the debt would be paid by her.

I went in thinking I’d stop at any moment. That I’d say enough, that this wasn’t for me. Fifteen minutes later, I was crying out the opposite.

I opened the door expecting the smell of damp and abandonment. The house smelled of freshly brewed coffee and of a man. And there he was, pouring himself a cup as if he owned the place.

That cock that left her trembling on Saturday belonged to the man who would sign her evaluations on Monday. And neither of them planned to stop.

I spent twelve months hauling spotlights and hating my life. That night, by the fountain, a stranger asked me to photograph her like no one ever had.

I never thought I’d be capable of something like this, but the bank ultimatum was on the table and I could only think of one way out neither of us would ever forget.

A car braked beside me and asked my price. I was thirty-seven, a lawyer, and for once I decided not to say no to the madness.

I parked beside her car, never guessing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine in the darkest corner of the garage.

From the dance floor we were already sneaking our hands to each other; what we didn’t finish in the car, we continued in my room, unhurried and unclothed.

He slipped a scrap of paper into my hand as he cleared the plate. I read it in the room: it was his number. And I knew I wouldn’t be alone that night.

I found her panties on the hallway floor, with a note on top. From that night on, we played a game neither of us wanted to end.

I kept it for more than a decade. It all started because of a pair of white stockings and ended in a car at two in the morning with the last person I should have gotten involved with.

When she opened the door in that short dress and that alcohol-soaked smile, I knew the night wouldn’t end the way she’d planned.