The Favor the Best Friend of Her Son Collected
When he pinned the man who had been harassing her, Mariela felt something she shouldn’t: the certainty that that boy could do anything he wanted with her.
Salvaje02
Stories by Salvaje02
The Circle on the Beach Awakened My Greatest Fantasy
Four hands lifted her above the sand while the whole circle held its breath, waiting to see how far she would dare to go that afternoon.
The Fantasy I Fulfilled with Three of My Students
I knelt in front of the window, never imagining that one of them had already gone around the house and was watching me in silence from the back door.
The Fantasy My Husband Fulfilled for Me Blindfolded
He left me on the sofa blindfolded, my hands sweating. When a hand climbed my leg and the music started, I knew I’d never forget that night.
The Fantasy I Fulfilled Cleaning Her House Naked
She ordered me to strip in her living room and start sweeping. I was just her toy that afternoon, and every slap on my ass reminded me who was in control.
My Boyfriend Took Me Around the Supermarket Almost Naked
I left the house wearing a sweater that made everything see-through and nothing underneath. My boyfriend walked behind me, watching me, while strangers’ eyes ran over my body.
What the Wine Decided on Our First Date
If we ordered beer, we’d say goodbye. If we ordered wine, we’d stay. I never imagined where that glass she chose without hesitation would take us.
The Advice My Brother Gave Me That Brought My Desire Back
At sixty-four, I thought that part of me was dead forever. One phone call and a carrot were enough to prove how wrong I was.
The Night I Discovered How Much I Liked Being Watched
I asked my friend to come with me to do something I’d been imagining for years: letting strangers see me. I had no idea how much I would enjoy it.
I Broke In My New Toys Alone in My Bed
I’d spent the whole day with my underwear damp just thinking about what was waiting for me at home. The box was still closed on the bed, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
The Night I Wrote to the Anonymous Writer
For three years I read every word he wrote without a like, without a comment, without daring to do anything. Then one night everything changed when his message appeared.