Bisexual

It took me weeks to convince him, but the night Damián arrived with a bottle of cava, I understood my husband had wanted the same thing as me for a long time.

The rules were simple: the winner stayed tied up, the loser served, and in the end the two couples would decide who really ruled. No one planned to give in.

Marina accepted the invitation knowing what she was exposing herself to. What she couldn’t have imagined was that a simple massage with sunscreen would end up breaking every rule she had.

I lowered my voice to tell her how an Austrian photographed me naked on the beach, never imagining that story would lead us both to live the same thing.

We were two girlfriends going away to unwind and ended up in the bed of two strangers. By then none of the four hands knew whose body was whose.

My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.

That morning I opened the envelope expecting a phone number. I found ten thousand euros and a three-word note that shattered me completely.

She had never been in a sex shop, she told me. We went into a booth together, and amid the moans on the screen, she asked me for something I never imagined hearing from her lips.

It started with his hand inside my pants while we pretended to watch the screen. None of the four of us said a word until it was impossible to stop.

I needed to tell someone who wouldn’t judge me, and all I could think to do was knock on his door. What I didn’t expect was what would happen at dawn.

Daniela had spent years hiding what she felt for her best friend. That night on the terrace, one word — dare — gave her the excuse she’d never dared seek.

We both wanted him from the very first class, but we never imagined he’d be the one to ask us to choose between forgetting him or moving into his house.

Iván was still asleep in my arms when a noise in the hallway pulled me out of bed. I had no idea the last day would be the hottest of all.

We sat there like any two friends, but we both knew why we’d come. When the door closed, neither of us dared take the first step.

He was the king of the pool and he knew it. When he called me to the locker room to laugh at me, I never imagined I’d be the one unable to stop looking at him.

He offered him a drink with a mischievous smile and a wink, and in that instant the professor knew the distance between them was about to disappear.

I agreed to the game: the door left unlatched, the lights off, and a man I’d never see face-to-face. What I never imagined was running into him at the office on Monday.

I was twenty, home alone, and chatting online. I never imagined that stranger would show up at my door twenty minutes later—or what he would leave burned into me forever.

I’d gone two weeks without cumming and my imagination played a dirty trick on me in the middle of my shift. What I didn’t expect was for someone to notice before I did.

I had imagined it in silence for years, never telling a soul. That night, at the bar of a strange hotel, a stranger decided for me.