The Hotel Voyeur Asked for More
My wife was only supposed to let herself be watched, but when she saw him touching himself in the armchair, she whispered that we shouldn’t leave him out.
My wife was only supposed to let herself be watched, but when she saw him touching himself in the armchair, she whispered that we shouldn’t leave him out.
I humiliated her in the elevator over something I never should have known, and the next day I learned that my job and my body no longer entirely belonged to me.
When I went down the bar’s stairs, I knew that man was staring at me openly. And the worst part was that with every step, I wanted him to look more.
I’d carried that secret for years. That night, between tequila and neon lights, Carla asked for the one story I’d never dared tell.
We drew teams and I ended up with her. Within minutes, I realized she'd noticed everything—and that she enjoyed watching as much as I enjoyed being watched.
When I was down to just my bra and thong, my friend climbed onto the stage and asked for the music to start over. She didn’t want to leave me alone up there.
I opened the door with my headphones on, suspecting nothing. When I looked into the living room, he wasn’t alone, and I had the cold blood to keep watching.
She had been beside me, watching as I lost myself in the painting. When she finally spoke, I knew we both wanted exactly the same thing.
He kept saying it was wrong, that he shouldn’t touch me. But his hand was already seeking my waist, and we both knew nothing would stop us for those five days.
On the other side of the wall, his mother’s moans kept him from sleeping. And when she called him into her room the next day, Bruno knew nothing would ever be the same.
I had never seen my mother naked. The day her arm was broken, someone had to put her in the shower, and that someone was me.
A single innocent remark from Lucía on the terrace brought every gaze down on us, and Marina’s hand found mine under the table.
They thought the cove was empty. I stayed behind the rock, holding my breath, watching her move on top of him as the sky turned orange.
When I saw my underwear on the glazier’s nightstand, I knew he’d been watching me for weeks. Instead of exposing him, I decided to give him something better to remember.
I wanted people to watch her. To devour her with their eyes. What I didn’t expect was that one of the strangers in the back would dare to chase her into the showers.
I offered her my seat when she got on, and a few stops later her hand was already reaching for my fly while the nurse across from us watched without hiding it.
I got out of the car convinced the house was empty. Then I heard moans upstairs and turned on the bedroom camera.
Rodrigo held her hips during their workouts and she pretended not to notice his erection. When she found her panties in his room, she could no longer ignore what was happening.
When the screen came on, my sister-in-law was welcoming her two relatives in the living room with a smile I’d never seen at Sunday lunches.
He showed up at the door unannounced, looking for a fight and carrying a bottle under his arm. By three in the morning, nothing I knew about him was true anymore.