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 finally say 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’d been walking for half an hour when the heat between my legs stopped being an idea 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.