Confessions

We kept crossing glances by the pool all afternoon. When I went up to get water and he came in behind me, I knew there was no turning back.

I know I should feel ashamed, but at that hour, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I stop pretending the touch is an accident.

I had spent thirty years closing projects for the company. On my farewell trip, I never imagined the woman traveling beside me would be the one to say goodbye to me in a different way.

I’d been unsatisfied all night when the phone rang. It was him, and what he suggested made me say yes before I finished my coffee.

I was eight months pregnant, my hormones were raging, and there was a sweaty man working in the baby’s room. That afternoon I stopped being the proper wife everyone thought I was.

Bruno had promised me a rematch and I had promised to come back. What I didn’t imagine was how that second night would end with the six of us.

I went back to school that afternoon under the excuse of studying in the library, but neither of us was going to open a single book. We were there for them.

It was six in the morning and he was looking at me in the rearview mirror as if he already knew what I was going to let happen. This really happened, and I regret nothing.

We always thought no one could see us. That lie we told ourselves was the beginning of everything that came after, night after night.

Tonight I’m sleeping on the floor, and I brought it on myself. The paradox of asking your Dom to order you around, then finding there’s no turning back.

It started as a joke in the park: “Should I wrap him up so we can take him home?” Months later, a hidden camera would turn that joke into something else.

She had been training with plugs for weeks, determined to feel two cocks at once. That afternoon we invited the only person we could trust to make it happen.

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.

That Monday the gym was almost empty. I only wanted to shower in peace, but I walked through the wrong door… and he was already inside, watching me without saying a word.

A car braked beside me and asked my price. I was thirty-seven, a lawyer, and for once I decided not to say no to the madness.

I crossed the complex to deliver a message and ended up surrounded by four older men who looked at me as if I were the main course of the afternoon.

I promised I’d only tell true things, so here’s how my mother found out about my older boyfriend… and how I accidentally discovered what she really did.

Fresh out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and realized I couldn’t keep waiting. I took a sheet of paper and started writing down everything I’d wanted for years and never dared to do.

Damián came every three days; Adrián showed up Friday on his motorbike. That week I found out just how far I could go when nobody was looking.

He was my best friend, my confidant. That night at the fair, between wine and laughter, his hand on my waist ignited something I had never felt for him.