LectoraSensual

My hands were sweaty and my heart was racing when he set down the controller, changed what was on the screen, and, without saying a word, looked at me as if waiting for me to make the first move.

What was supposed to be an ordinary lunch with a stranger from the internet ended with me biting the pillow to keep from screaming.

His family was eating at the big table while he fucked me in the stable, moving with desperate urgency, as if they could walk in at any second.

When she walked into the gym, I knew I recognized her—but from where? An hour later, she was naked with me in the shower, and my life was about to split in two.

When I pushed open the metal door, I expected to find him alone, like always. But under that hanging bulb were four more men, and none of them looked in any hurry.

The receptionist winked at him when he handed over the towel. That gesture was only the beginning: in every room, a different body and a new turn-on waited for him.

Don Salvador had been in the building for a month when I caught him hiding his phone. I didn’t see what he was looking at, but from the way he stammered, I imagined it right away.

On the strip she faced her without mercy; in the locker room, with the medal still warm on her chest, she only wanted to feel her arms around her again.

I arrived at the concert expecting him to take me to bed. It never crossed my mind that it would be his girlfriend who would drag me into the bathroom after the third song.

When he told me to lower my pants and lie face down, I could hear in his voice that this exam wasn’t going to be routine.

The prince’s convoy rolled in unannounced between the cranes. He got out of the second car, took off his sunglasses, and I knew those three months of silence would break tonight.

I opened the hotel-room door, and there was Renata: just like her pictures, but with nerves no image could ever capture.

Four friends, a house near the beach, and a bottle of vodka. What started as a game became the most intense night of my life.

Four weeks watching her move between the tables, wanting what I didn’t dare name. After that, nothing was ever the same.

Marcos introduced her with a knowing smile. I looked her up and down and knew at once that behind that prim façade was something dying to be set free.

The first time I saw him at that dinner, I knew that man was unlike the others. Months later, I was the one asking him for more.

Daniela was twenty, lived on the fourth floor, and had never been with a woman. That day, all of that changed at once.

She arrived looking at the floor, buttoned to the neck. It was she who gave the instructions as soon as they closed the door to room six.

I was fifteen when I caught them the first time. Now, at twenty-two, I can’t look at those memories the same way.

She appeared on my screen on an ordinary night, but her rough voice woke something in me with an urgency I didn’t know existed.