Lara_Bog

I parked three streets away, climbed to the sill, and slipped into the room where she was sleeping with her husband. I only put a finger to her lips.

When I walked into the bar and saw her at the back, I knew I wasn’t sleeping that night. Three months without her hands weighed more than I was willing to admit.

The number wasn’t in my contacts, but the first two lines forced me to read to the end. What came next changed everything I remembered about Saturday.

I met her through pixels and long-distance promises. She never knew that every night, alone in my hotel room by the sea, I imagined her beside me.

My friend finished his last drink, looked at me from the armchair, and began to tell me why he had left his wife one June morning without warning.

When she pointed me out in the sea of people, I knew that night was going to break something I’d spent years trying to keep intact.

Camila was waiting for me seated on the edge of the bed, and I didn’t know where to put my hands. I only knew that night I was going to learn something no man had ever taught me.

She had been married for fifteen years and had never looked at another man. Until Lorenzo offered to show her his workshop at seven in the morning and locked the door.

I opened the door convinced it was my husband. I was in my underwear, hair messy, and barefoot. When I saw who it was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to shut it in time.

Claudia looked at her in a way Sofía could no longer pretend not to understand. That afternoon, neither of them would look away.

When she locked the door and moved behind me, I knew that grade review was not going to end the way I expected.

When I saw her cross the terrace with that expression I know by heart, I knew words wouldn’t be enough. Luckily, she had brought her favorite weapon in her bag.

The receptionist went off to lunch and the doctor closed the office door. I had gone in for a simple chafing injury. I came out from something entirely different.

When I opened my eyes it was already too late. Two bodies were pinning me to the mattress, and the cold steel on my wrists told me that night had changed everything.

While Marina was fucking me with the harness, she asked if I would take her as my wife. I said yes between moans. I never thought a proposal could feel like that.

Rodrigo looked without hiding it by the hot springs. Sofía had her eyes closed and her long neck exposed to the sun. Claudia saw it and said nothing.

Daniela’s voice narrated the locker-room encounter while, around her, her friends’ bodies tangled shamelessly and without limits.

As he described calmly how he wrapped his lovers in plastic wrap, I crossed my legs and pretended the wine was the reason I was hot.

I left my Puppy at home with the cage on and drove to La Guarida. The annual liquidation promised exactly what I needed.

I woke up tied up in a basement, naked and at the mercy of the woman I was investigating. I had no idea that in a few hours I’d be the one holding the whip.