The Novice Sister Sor Remedios Waited for at the Convent
They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.
They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.
I got home thinking I could sleep, but my phone lit up with her name on the screen, and I knew I wasn’t going to rest that night.
I had been training submissive women online for years, but I never imagined that behind my new slave’s mask would be the face of the woman who lived right across the street.
When I got to the bar, my wife was no longer alone: a stranger was caressing her waist, and the only thing I didn’t want was for her to stop.
I thought I would guide her through her first experience, but she took control and taught me just how far my body could go.
We’d been meeting for six years to do the same thing: tell each other things and touch ourselves shamelessly. That night Camila promised a surprise and opened the adjoining room door.
I stepped off the steamer with a soaked blouse and my head full of other people’s bodies. None of the women on the dock prepared me for what happened that night at the hotel.
I had barely dragged her into the courtyard when she started bleeding. But the wound wasn’t the strangest secret that woman kept beneath my roof.
When he saw the door ajar and recognized his sister inside, against the wall, the last thing he expected was to stand there watching, unable to move.
I came out of the bathroom with my mouth smeared and a new pulse between my legs. She, with my red lipstick on her lips, didn’t know her boyfriend was already watching.
The fourth round of daiquiris lowered everyone’s defenses, but nobody expected Daniela’s confession to end with all of us tangled up on the living-room rug.