Sergio84

I went up to the hotel wearing a red lace set under the dress he still hadn’t seen. We’d been waiting seven months for that moment.

It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about crossing that hallway, but it was the first time my feet moved before my head did. The whole house was asleep and I wasn’t.

She’d been dancing with a stranger on the floor for twenty minutes. When he suggested going up to the bathroom, she said yes without imagining what would happen next.

I walked into a seaside bar looking for seafood and ended up spending fifteen days with a stranger. Three years later, I've still told no one.

I didn’t need to touch her. Just to be there, half a meter from her back, breathing the same air. And to see, once again, that she wasn’t going to turn around.

They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.

They had promised it would never happen again. But when Marcos crossed the room and their eyes met, the promise lasted exactly three seconds.

I hadn’t planned it. But when he walked in with the others and locked eyes with me, I already knew that night would end only one way.

I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.

When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.

For weeks I kept going down with excuses. He glanced at me from the side and looked away. Then a package arrived that wouldn’t fit in the elevator, and everything changed.

There are clients who pay and think it gives them rights over your body. This is what I lived through for months as an escort and why I quit.