What Happened When the Guard Opened the Gate for Me
Everyone at the university knew what I was like, and the guard at the gate only needed a smile to understand that that afternoon, after cleaning up, I wouldn’t be leaving so fast.
Everyone at the university knew what I was like, and the guard at the gate only needed a smile to understand that that afternoon, after cleaning up, I wouldn’t be leaving so fast.
I’d been a widow for fifteen years and sexually asleep. Then that man, nearly twenty years younger, looked at my lips and I knew the morning wouldn’t end in notes.
All my classmates sighed over him, but none of them knew what I hid beneath the masculine uniform the world forced me to wear.
We were never friends, but she looked at me with contempt every time her boyfriend kept staring at me. So I decided to give her a real reason to hate me.
It was two in the morning when a video put the idea in my head. Days later, I walked through the supermarket with a secret vibrating between my legs.
I closed the bathroom door, turned on the tap, and promised myself I’d be quick. Lie. That night I discovered how far I was willing to go with myself.
I locked the door and turned on the laptop, letting my imagination finish what a stranger had started in the crush of the platform.
She knew she was alone in the flat. So when she took down the black box her friends had given her, she was no longer thinking about the notes waiting on the desk.
I never had privacy for anything. That afternoon, on an empty bench with my skirt hiked up, I understood I could finally do exactly as I pleased.
The clock said three and sleep still hadn’t come. Then I remembered that post and opened the drawer where I kept my best-kept secret.
Two weeks alone, with no one knocking at the door. I took out the red lingerie, opened a cold beer, and promised myself I wouldn’t stop until I was shaking.
I got home and she threw herself into my arms in front of everyone. No one suspected that the kiss on the cheek was hiding the desire we’d been holding back all week.
A little too much to drink and an empty apartment were enough for my sister-in-law’s daughter to stop being the little girl I remembered. What happened that night should not be told.
On the first day of class she sat next to me smelling of vanilla. I had no idea that girl would completely change the way I understood desire.
I woke at dawn to the noise from their room. The door was half open, and what I saw left me frozen in the hallway, naked and unable to move.
At that hour we all seemed more beautiful, and nobody wanted to go home. Mila opened the door to her room, and none of us imagined how the night would end.
I shared a flat with two university girls who went around the house half-naked with no shame in front of me. It took me weeks to understand why.
We paid to become the alphas who humiliated us. But Madame Doll always delivers what she promises... never in the way anyone expects.
I agreed to help them with the faculty contest. I never imagined that in front of that mirror, made up and in that tight dress, I would stop recognizing myself.
He drank the violet liquid once, for revenge. But that night, his new body learned something his male mind could never forget.