Mariana_GDL

I locked the door, took a deep breath, and told myself that afternoon I was finally going to find out what my body could do when no one was watching.

That afternoon I wanted something different, something to pull me out of boredom. I found a stranger willing to watch while I let myself be watched.

“Lock the door and take off your clothes,” was the first thing you heard from my voice that night. The rest depended on how much you were willing to obey me.

They arrived in an unmarked box. I never imagined that same night would end with me locked in my room, biting a pillow so no one would hear me.

It had been weeks since I’d set foot in her apartment, but that night, with two half-finished beers and her hand sliding up my thigh, I knew my vacation was off to a very good start.

We’d been living in routine for fifteen years until a toy forgotten in a drawer sparked something neither of us knew how to control. And that was only the beginning.

I don’t want your respect from a distance. I want to be the thing you open in secret at 2 a.m., with your hand already under the sheet and my name stuck in your throat.

When she gestured to me from the central hallway, I knew the list of books borrowed in my name was only the first trap she would spring that night.

For two weeks, I'd been reliving that threesome with my sister and my husband. That morning I called her out, never imagining how the day would end.

The fireplace was lit, the champagne had gone flat, and I was in my panties in front of the fire. I was waiting for Helena, fresh from the shower, smelling of perfume and promises.

She came into the study with a look that left no room for questions. She ordered me to strip. Her meeting started in twenty minutes, and I was going to be her entertainment.

I followed him on Instagram out of curiosity and ended up reading his texts at midnight, heart racing. Just text. Just words. Just him.

I walked into her room with a tray and came out a different person. Sofía was twenty, and she already knew more about me than I knew about myself.

Half-drunk beside the stream, I searched my pocket for the wipes and pulled out something that shouldn’t have been there. Bad decisions are always the ones you remember best.

I kept his texts in a private folder, rereading them at night with the lights off. I’d been doing it for months before I dared to write him.

I’d bought the toy weeks earlier and hidden it in my drawer out of fear. That night I decided it was time to stop waiting for someone else to do it.

He paid in cash, took the key without a word, and went upstairs. The room was dark and the screen flickered, waiting. Diego knew exactly why he had come.

She was just a name on a long list. When she turned on her camera, everything I believed about desire changed forever.