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Half an hour ago I opened my email with my legs already restless. I wanted to know how many had jerked off thinking about me. There were more than I expected.

He lived right across from me and had never looked at me twice. That afternoon I decided that was going to change, even if I had to cross the hallway without a bra.

I was doing homework when the heat between my legs distracted me. What I did next with that glass of ice changed the way I saw myself.

I didn’t go to the beach to swim. I went to remember her, inch by inch, until the memory became so real my body answered on its own.

I came home from the hospital on the verge of collapse and found them both in bed. I didn’t want to sleep: I wanted to feel alive, and that night I decided what would change our family forever.

Every time I got up for the lighter he caught me looking, and my boyfriend smiled like he already knew how that night was going to end.

The straps tightened the more I pulled. I was tied, blind, and soaked on my own bed when the bedroom door opened and I heard two voices.

When Roberto pointed out that I was the husband, Mr. Kanamoto smiled for the first time. I understood then that my role that afternoon would not be husband but witness.

We’d been trading looks and brushing against each other at the gym for weeks when Bruno invited me to dinner. I didn’t expect what he’d ask me sitting across from him, with Nadia waiting in the other room.

We put the TV on mute so we could hear them better. We didn’t know they were hearing us from the other side of the ceiling too.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

She burst out laughing, lowered her voice, and looked at me with that satisfied whore’s smile I already knew. I knew she was going to tell me everything she’d kept hidden.

I’d gone two years without anyone looking at me that way. And when Miguel did, I knew something in me wasn’t as asleep as I’d thought.

When the two neighbors from downstairs knocked on my door with a bottle of wine, I’d been alone in the house for ten days with a body in a state that was anything but calm.

We’d been exchanging emails with Valeria for weeks. She wanted force and pressure. When she saw us pull up on our bikes, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

I put on the shortest skirt I owned, opened the door, and greeted them knowing exactly what they’d seen and what else was going to happen that night.

We had a week to prepare the boldest costume. I showed up in a miniskirt and stockings. She opened her bedroom door with not a single piece of clothing on.