That Saturday I Went Into a Porn Theater Alone
I only wanted to sit in the dim light and touch myself for a while. I didn’t expect a complete stranger three seats away to make me lose my mind.
I only wanted to sit in the dim light and touch myself for a while. I didn’t expect a complete stranger three seats away to make me lose my mind.
The will said my family’s fortune had been built between my mother’s legs. That very night I understood it was now my turn.
It was three in the morning, the house was silent, and I had the phone pressed to my chest, waiting for that bodiless voice to tell me, at last, everything I’d been imagining for weeks.
I left the sheer babydoll hanging where he’d see it, planned every move, and waited to see how far the guy in 4B would dare go.
I was sweaty and breathless when his voice reached me from behind. He didn’t want to take me to dinner: he wanted to buy my whole night, and I wanted to be bought.
I had been walking for half an hour when the heat between my legs stopped being a thought and became urgency. The concrete wall was cold; I was burning.
I never thought something as stupid as a comb could leave me trembling, alone in my room, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream.
I closed my eyes thinking I was alone. When I felt the shadow at the door, it was already too late to pretend I wasn’t thinking about him.
She came downstairs with a smile that was no longer the same and one hand hidden behind her back. “Guess what I’ve brought,” she said. That night I understood what she was becoming.
My father taught me that monsters stay in the closet if you don’t open the door. What I never told him is how badly I want mine to dare to come out.
The creature isn’t hunting you. It only watches you run and waits for you to run out of strength. It has known from the beginning how this ends.
It was my first day settling into the house when I heard splashing in the pool. I looked out and saw them naked, kissing, completely unaware of me.
I arrived at her parents’ house and saw her in the doorway wearing the short dress that drove me crazy. Nothing underneath. Exactly as I’d asked.
We’d spent years in silence and cold dinners. When he came to fix the fireplace, something broke in me. And I let it happen.