Yamila82

When I saw them getting close at the bar, I knew the night wouldn’t end the way they imagined. I’d already touched both of them before they even brushed against each other.

I sipped my coffee, pretending to focus on my phone, but I was watching them both. If they knew I’d already had every inch of their bodies separately, we’d all have left together already.

When I stepped out of the elevator, my thong already soaked and my dress clinging to my sweat, I knew that tequila wouldn’t remain just tequila.

She chose the man. I arranged the meetings. Neither of us knew exactly how that spring night in Barcelona would end.

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and my father’s voice built every detail. I wasn’t in my room anymore: I was with Rodrigo, and he was doing exactly what I’d dreamed.

I heard her moans through the wall on our first night. I couldn’t have known that the older couple would end up at my dinner table asking for much more.