Tomas_atrevido

He’d been tied to her desire for a month. That night, Selene would decide when, how, and how much it hurt before finally letting him let it all out.

He went into the bar looking for cheap company. He came out on his knees in an alley, discovering that pleasure and humiliation could be the same thing.

I was waiting with my suitcases packed to leave him. But when he started telling me what happened with her, I discovered my body was reacting differently than my pride.

Her husband came home exhausted and fell asleep in front of the television. Her boss, on the other hand, looked at her as though he knew exactly what she imagined in the shower.

I only got two photos that morning: her naked facing the sea, and an hour later, an opened condom wrapper. She told me the rest in bed.

Take down the photos, hide my clothes, conceal the webcam, and hide in the ironing room: that night my wife would bring home a stranger and I’d be the only witness.

She dissected other people’s minds for a living; so did he. Sharing a table was enough for them both to stop pretending they only wanted conversation.

It’s been seven years since we signed the divorce papers and I never stopped looking for him. What I miss isn’t him: it’s what he does to me when no one else is watching.

I told her I liked her feet and she laughed. She had no idea that that afternoon, while she looked after her nieces, I was on my knees in front of her bed with her sneakers in my hands.

It had been two weeks since anyone had used me the way I needed, so I put on the easiest dress to remove and went to the only place where no one would ever say no to me.

When I saw the video on her phone, I knew there was no way back: my neighbor knew exactly what she wanted from me, and I had fallen into her trap.

When I sat down in front of him with the list in my hand, I already knew I hadn’t gone to check materials. My boss had sent me to get the discount, and I was the currency.

I had asked her for one simple condition, and when she walked through the door, I knew from her look that she had chosen to obey me completely.

Friday night, alone at home, caged, with the key hundreds of kilometers away. She left me only one huge toy, and I knew right away she’d bought it for this.

I went into his room just to talk and ended up discovering something that woke every hormone in my body. Once he caught me, there was no pretending I didn’t want him.

We spent weeks looking for an audience on Telegram with no luck. That night, in a dark pine grove, someone parked beside us and kept watching what my girlfriend wanted me to do to her.

It started with a red thong and a “put it on, love.” It ended with her smiling from the counter, deciding for both of us how the rest of my life would go.

No one has touched me for years. Only my hands repeat what he taught me: the pinch, the slap, the silent command not to come until I beg.

I arrived trembling at the room, closed the curtains, and undressed following his instructions. I only wanted to be a usable mouth. I had no idea what would come out of it.