Bisexual

I’d spent years hiding a part of myself. The night I told her, I never imagined she’d end up asking if we’d do it together with several men.

I thought I was just going to meet an older woman. When I understood what they really wanted from me, I was already naked in her room and there was no turning back.

On the second day, the wind shook the cabin so hard that all we could do was watch movies. One of them should never have come out of that wet case.

On the trip to the apartment, the driver handed me his phone with some videos. What happened next wasn’t in my plans, and I had never done it with another man.

I thought it was a dildo. When she removed the blindfold and I saw the mirror, I understood she’d been preparing me for something very different.

Carolina narrowed her eyes at me and whispered that she wanted to watch me shove my cock into Sofía’s boyfriend. And I’ve never been able to say no to her.

When Damián offered me the body of his model, I knew the bill was coming due. And it came, on his bed, with my wrists cuffed behind my back.

We’d been kissing in secret for months without anything else happening; that afternoon, with the bottle nearly empty, it was she who dragged me to the motel window.

Vera went to the pool to escape the July heat and ended up finding Noa, the lifeguard, waiting with the gates already locked and her eyes already on her.

I went to the shoeshine stand to have my shoes polished and read comics. Neither of us imagined what he would end up keeping in his shirt pocket—or how far we’d go.

I got to the room first, with a cap and sunglasses, and sat on the edge of the bed not knowing what I’d do when that stranger knocked on the door.

The two wineglasses on the coffee table and the dim bedroom light told me I was about to see something I should never have seen.

We shared a room to save money. I was married, a father of two. Then came that night at the hotel when he decided we were going to be something else.

I'd gone a month without touching anyone when he appeared across the hall in sweatpants that left very little to the imagination. And I was in my boxer briefs.

My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.

I’d been thinking about it for months. That night, in a hotel far from home, I opened the app and let the first man who appeared one meter away come up to my room.

We’d watched weird videos on his computer at the office that time. What I didn’t expect was that months later, that same curiosity would end up on the couch, under the blanket.

I took the elevator in heels and a wig, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone. He opened the door in a robe and called me a slut before I even said hello.

I thought it was just curiosity. Until I saw his photo, felt my pulse race, and understood I’d spent three years avoiding what my body had already decided.

Looking for sex online had always gone well—until that Friday afternoon in room 207, when I learned you never know with strangers.