Morena_Norte

Daniel took the wrong alley at the worst possible moment. Weeks later, in front of the mirror, a stranger with his eyes began to appeal to him more than she should.

Only one name was left on his patient list, and when he called it, he had no idea who would walk through his consulting room door that afternoon.

I shaved everything, wore stockings and garters in secret. I never imagined a company conference would end with me giving myself to another man.

I knew him when he was shy and fragile, when his name was Tomás. Ten years later he came back through the door in a miniskirt, with a smile that promised to ruin my summer.

I was tied on my back, legs spread, with no idea what she would pull next from the black bag she'd left on the hotel bed.

I went up to her apartment convinced the most imposing woman I’d ever seen was waiting for me. I had no idea the night had only just begun—or who else was sleeping at the end of the hall.

I work alone on the night shift and nothing ever happens. Until a red sports car stopped at the pump and out stepped the longest legs I’d ever seen.

She crossed her legs in front of me and something didn’t add up. Her voice was sweet, but her hands were too big. It took me days to understand what had stolen my sleep.

When he knocked on my door at midnight, I knew he’d lied to his wife again. And I knew, too, that tonight would be mine alone.

I crossed the empty campus with my lab coat against my naked skin and my heart racing. Adrián was waiting inside, and we both knew we wouldn't be sleeping that night.

Widowed, out of date, and alone, Rodrigo just wanted to blow off steam on a Saturday night. He never expected the stranger at the bar to offer him something he’d never considered.

I’d never been attracted to men, but that figure on the screen stirred something I couldn’t name. Then she offered to pay me.

Two months ago I started dating a girl who truly loves me. And yet, the moment she leaves, I open the contacts site and look for what she can never give me.

“Good night, princess,” my wife whispered in my ear. And something inside me, something she had planted weeks earlier, answered as if it had been waiting for that name all my life.

When she invited me to dinner at her place, I thought she just wanted to thank me. I had no idea what she was hiding under that pencil skirt, or how far she was willing to go.

I found her biting her lip in front of the mirror, wearing her bikini, her crotch already wet. I wasn’t going to wait for her to be ready.