What I Tasted from My Girlfriend’s Ex That Night
Every night I closed my eyes and returned to the same image. I knew it was wrong, but curiosity proved stronger than any guilt.
Every night I closed my eyes and returned to the same image. I knew it was wrong, but curiosity proved stronger than any guilt.
Through the steam of the sauna, she lowered her eyes toward my towel and smiled, as if she knew exactly what was about to happen between us.
He arrived without warning, with that smile of someone who always gets what he wants, and in one week he turned my mother’s life, mine, and the whole neighborhood upside down.
Marina hadn’t slept from excitement. What none of the three of us imagined was that that hidden cove would strip us of a lot more than our clothes.
When she climbed on top of me at dawn on New Year’s Day, I thought that was the whole story. I had no idea her secret would change everything between us.
I came home still burning from the night before, never imagining a kitchen conversation would unravel me more than any caress.
When the case forced me to dress as a woman, I never imagined Lía, the woman in the mirror, would drag me into a night that changed everything.
The three of us lived under the same roof, and at first the only strange thing was the silence. Then came the drinks, the dancing, and a trust that should never have crossed any door.
When Sofía whispered in my ear that we wouldn’t be alone that night, I felt a shiver I couldn’t tell was fear or desire. The stranger was already on his way up the stairs.
I thought we’d had five perfect years, until she walked into that shop and chose something that made it clear my body wasn’t enough anymore.
My friendship with that rough but good-natured old man took a turn one afternoon over wine in a lost village, when he whispered what he planned to do to me.
We always played at being girlfriends in front of everyone, until heat, the river, and a few beers blurred the line between the game and what we really wanted.
My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.
The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.
When Noa offered to put sunscreen on the captain, no one imagined that gesture would spark everything that followed in the hidden cove.
Carmen had planned everything: the basement showers, the nervous couples, and one rule only—no one was allowed to just watch from the outside.
When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.
She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.
We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.
The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.