Confessions

I put on the smallest bikini I had and went down to the garden just to see his face. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wasn’t going to stop.

There was only one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without saying a word, we both knew the wait was over.

I came out of the water shivering with cold and saw her adjusting her bikini in the sun. Neither of us knew that morning would change everything between us.

I took off my bikini in the jacuzzi knowing he was watching me from the roof. What I came to forget became the only thing I remember from the trip.

Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on the warm sand and far from home, she decided she didn’t want to watch from the shore anymore.

We had never gone beyond a polite greeting, but that soaked afternoon, trapped by the rain in his shop, everything changed with a single message on my phone.

I didn’t find him attractive, but feeling desired turned me on. When he climbed onto the stool to check the fan, I knew exactly how I’d repay him.

I opened his bedroom door expecting to find him asleep. What I saw brought back memories I thought were buried, and I couldn’t bring myself to turn away.

He came up behind my son with Bruno pressed against my back, holding my breath. I knew it was wrong, and that was exactly why I couldn’t stop.

That Friday he got into the car with a suitcase and some boxes I didn’t understand. Inside wasn’t work: it was the gift that would finally let me be who I’d always been.

That afternoon we weren’t planning anything. But when he pulled his pants down in front of me, I knew I was about to try something I’d never tried before.

It had been less than five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

It had been months since I’d had a proper cock in my mouth, so when that white Mercedes daddy messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

She knew that every Thursday she hung the laundry at the same time. That morning I decided to step out wearing nothing at all, just to see her face. I didn’t expect her to smile like that.

I’d spent years swallowing her taunts and playing the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony facing the sea, something inside me broke.

I told her to choose where to put the depilatory cream on me. I never imagined she’d point to the exact place that would hurt me most.

Two glasses of wine, his unexpected question, and me telling him about my first time with another man while he listened with an attention that soon became something more.

I needed money and he had a proposition. It took me less time than I expected to say yes, and much longer to understand what that yes meant.

She doesn’t know that when I go out “to see a friend,” I come back smelling like another man. I’ve been living like this for three months, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.

I never imagined a night of dominoes with two friends would end like this. When they both looked at me at the same time, I knew the air had changed.

Matías had been looking at me differently for weeks. When he finally said it out loud, the floor disappeared beneath my feet. It was forbidden.

I’d been crossing paths with him in that house for years. I knew how he looked at me, I knew what I felt every time he brushed against me. That afternoon I stopped pretending I didn’t want him.

Three days later, he got to the club early. She arrived last, closed the door, and the click of that latch was the only sign they needed.

I woke up with the sheets damp from the dream I’d had. I touched myself before getting out of bed. And the whole day was the same: my body with its own agenda.

I had accepted his dominance games before. But what he asked me that night on the phone was unlike anything before. And still, I didn’t hang up.

I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.

The first time I saw him I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.

Still tasting her skin on my lips, I knew that night in the car would change everything I thought I knew about desire.

I gave her permission to be with another man. What I didn’t expect was to be glued to the phone, listening to everything, unable to hang up.

The garden was dark when Marcos dragged me behind the hedges. What followed, amid champagne and bodies, was nobody’s plan.

Too wired on caffeine to sleep, I went down to the lobby and there she was: blonde, elegant, with a coffee cup in her hands and that smile that wasn’t quite innocent.

I parked a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The lights were off, but from the back of the house came laughter that didn’t fit any quiet gathering.

I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.

It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.

Four men paid to use me in a storehouse. My daughter controlled the door. That night I stopped being who I was.

When I walked into that bar and heard her introduce herself, something inside me collapsed. It wasn’t desire. It was absolute surrender.

When I saw the man coming up the path, he squeezed my head harder. He wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to.

I’d spent months fantasizing about surrendering to someone who knew how to take control. I never imagined I’d find him on a Friday at a bar.

We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.

He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.