Lara_Bog

Before every take he put on the mask and stopped being himself. He knew she wouldn’t fake a single blow, and that was exactly what he paid for.

The clause was clear: once inside, no pleading would stop what they had planned for her. And yet she signed, with her panties wet.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

She left me breathless in front of the mirror, my clothes half straightened and a promise hanging in the air: this wasn’t over.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.

I went into the bar bathroom looking for a moment of calm and found her there, eyes closed and legs open, with no intention of stopping when she saw me.

I met her on the excursions, exotic and self-assured. I never imagined that one comment at the pool would end with me naked in my husband’s room.

I thought the hardest thing of the year would be passing my English exam. I was wrong: the hardest thing was hiding how badly I wanted the woman teaching me.

I’d been stuck in a cast for weeks and bored out of my mind when a TV series stirred something in me. Then she appeared in the doorway with a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent.

When she took off her sweat-soaked T-shirt in front of that girl, she knew she was no longer sweating just from the heat of the barn.

For months he had been sleeping beside a woman who prayed instead of touching him. Then he walked into the veterinarian’s office, and she locked the door.

I went into the clinic with my back wrecked from work. I left with hard nipples, overwhelming desire, and an address saved in my phone.

He climbed those five floors to confront his girlfriend’s mother. He had no idea her husband was home, or what proposal would come out of his mouth that afternoon.

Each excuse she gave my fiancé was more elaborate than the last. I left that office trembling, aching, and with a smile I couldn’t hide.

When I opened the laptop Gonzalo had “forgotten” in my car, I realized the two husbands had spent months preparing me as the centerpiece of their darkest fantasy.

For two years, she gave her body every Friday to keep her husband alive. Now he is coming home, and she refuses to give up the cell that set her free.

I’m a patrician used to buying everything I desire. That afternoon I discovered there are men you don’t command: you obey them.

I told her to bring the most outrageous outfits she had. I wanted to parade her through the city and, back at the hotel, lose myself between her feet for hours.

It was exactly midnight when I crossed the patio barefoot. Her pink flip-flops were still there, warm, with the imprint of every one of her toes waiting for me in the dark.

I started graduate school not knowing anyone. It only took one look at her crossing her legs and slipping off a sandal for me to stop paying attention to anything else.