Bisexual

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 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 accepted the game: the door left unlocked, the lights off, and a man whose face I’d never see. What I didn’t imagine was meeting 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, telling no one. That night, at the bar of a hotel that wasn’t mine, a stranger made the choice for me.

She had wanted that man, who was twice her age, for half her life. That afternoon she closed the shutter, turned off the shop lights, and decided she wouldn’t wait anymore.

When the elevator doors closed, nobody was pretending anymore. Marina took my hand and guided it under her skirt while you kissed me without taking your eyes off them.

We’d been drinking for two hours when I half-jokingly blurted out what I’d been imagining for years. He laughed. I didn’t.

“I live inside the lake,” she told him without blinking. Damián took her for an eccentric and followed her anyway. What he found at the bottom was no heaven.

When I opened my eyes I wasn’t at my desk: I was naked, tied to the teacher’s chair, and heels were beginning to circle me in the empty classroom.

They said the night was just getting started and that their flat was two streets away. Neither of us said no, and that changed everything between us.

We’d spent years brushing our hands against each other without saying a word. That night, in my dim living room, looks were no longer enough—and none of us wanted to pretend anymore.

We’d been together fifteen years and I thought I knew everything about him. Then, one ordinary night, he whispered something in my ear that changed everything.

We arrived exhausted and fell asleep wrapped around each other in our underwear. Three days later, the apartment owner came in with breakfast and a look that changed everything.

The phone rang and it was him, offering me a session that same afternoon. From his tone, I knew we weren’t going to talk only about massages.

I returned the apartment keys and, without planning it, that week ended with the confession I never thought I’d tell anyone: two men, a friend, and a single night.

I’ve never been attracted to men, but the thick cock of a macho who knows how to give orders drives me wild. Does that make me bisexual or something worse? I need someone to tell me.

We’d had one clear rule for years, but that morning I understood renewing the contract meant climbing onto the notary’s table in front of everyone.

My brother told me everything: his lovers, his fetishes, what he did with Romina. What he never imagined was that one night I’d end up in bed with her, without him.