Kevin_Mty

I climbed the stairs to his building with my thong already soaked. I had no idea that stranger was going to split me in two before midnight.

My best friend arrived soaked that night, her eyes red from crying so much. What happened after the third bottle of wine was not in my plans.

I thought I knew what I was getting into when I started. But what some clients asked of me, what some of them did, still wakes me up at night.

Six years ago, I went into my older brother’s room one August night. I didn’t go to talk. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I’m twenty-eight years old and I have a list of fantasies I almost never tell anyone. This is my full confession, unfiltered.

He was my best friend’s boyfriend: hot, shy, religious. Too perfect for me not to do something about it.

There were eight of us executives on a sailboat in the sun. The tension had been building in the office for months. When we anchored in that deserted cove in Menorca, there was no turning back.

When I confessed my fantasy at three in the morning, I thought it was just pillow talk. Two weeks later, he parked in front of a motel without warning, and everything changed.

I crossed the bar with trembling legs, took his face in my hands, and kissed him without saying a word. What came after can’t be told in daylight.

I only wanted to clear my head for one night. I never expected that bachelorette party, that bar, and that man would stay with me for so long.

When I told my flatmate on the balcony what that stranger had done to me a month earlier, I never expected her to ask to come with me next time.

When I told her I couldn’t focus, she came around my desk, stopped beside me, and said the one line that changed everything between us.

I climbed the metal stairs with my skirt clutched in one hand and four pairs of eyes trying to look between my legs. The man waiting upstairs wasn’t Raúl.