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I promised myself I’d never miss him again. So why is my hand between my legs and his name stuck in my throat tonight?

That night I thought of no one. I undressed in the half-light and discovered that the body I had given so much to others could belong only to me.

It was two in the morning when I finally gave in to sleep. I never imagined something would slide between my sheets and wake a desire I thought was asleep.

I know exactly what you do with one hand while you hold the phone with the other. That’s why this letter is only for you, and you’ll obey every line.

I promised myself I wouldn’t touch myself until I got home, but between work, the gym, and one way-too-hot stranger, my body had other plans.

Baltasar smelled the tension the moment the boy asked for a ride. He wasn’t looking for conversation: he wanted the same thing Baltasar did, and they both knew it without a word.

No one had ever taught me to desire myself. That morning, with the house empty and the light coming in through the window, I taught myself.

I was nineteen and thought I was untouchable, until the night a man twice my age showed me how wrong I was.

I agreed to pedal a hundred kilometers to please him. What I didn’t expect was the jar of cayenne waiting for me that night in the hotel sink.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

I arrived on time, but they were nowhere to be seen. Then I got the photo: my girlfriend kneeling before my boyfriend in the back bathroom, waiting for me to finally come in.

It was two in the morning, it was the anniversary of my dead marriage, and I was crying on the couch. Marcos wrapped his arms around me and said he wasn’t going anywhere.

When Sebastián came into my apartment, he thought he was the king of the night. He had no idea I had something in my purse that would flip the roles before dawn.

I’d spent years imagining it while secretly watching videos. One afternoon, a message on a hookup site, and a stranger got into my car ready to change everything.

Valentina recognized the three men in the dining room: she had greeted them at company parties. Tonight, Rodrigo had brought them for another reason.

I waited for him with whiskey and very little clothing. He had no idea that night was only the beginning of a plan I’d been building in silence for weeks.

That morning the shower lasted nearly an hour. It began with soap and ended with something I had never quite dared to discover before.

I’d spent years hiding that side of myself, but with her it was different. When she told me she wanted to watch, I knew there was no way I could say no.

I spent forty-seven years being exactly who I was supposed to be. One night, holding my wife’s lingerie in my hands, changed that forever.

Natalia and I shared a room. That was all. But when we turned out the light and our bodies were inches apart, the plan changed.