Confessions

I got out of the car to sit in front, and as soon as I noticed the bulge in his trousers, I knew that taxi wasn’t taking me straight home.

I lost my friends, lost my way, and somehow ended up on my knees between two women I had just met. This really happened.

What we had was already over, but that summer night I discovered how far I was willing to go just to feel him inside me again.

A night flight began as a conversation between friends and ended with a confession: my bed always had room for my husband, my lover—and that night, for her.

I spent weeks thinking about her every night, until that dinner ended in the car seat, with her hand finding what I could barely hide.

I was only going to have a beer with her while waiting for the couple she’d arranged to meet. I’d never been to a club like that, and curiosity got the better of me.

Every night a different car arrived at the house opposite, and all the lights went out except one. That night I approached the window and could not stop watching.

My boyfriend went away for thirty days and I promised myself I’d resist. I lasted fifteen. What happened next turned me into someone I no longer recognize.

I found him hiding in the garage, frozen with cold. I never imagined that a year later I’d be the one inviting him into my bed and my marriage.

That afternoon his mother wasn’t home and he had a surprise waiting. I still didn’t know those minutes would awaken a taste I’d never let go of.

I’d spent the whole night with three men and I still felt insatiable. So I picked up my phone and wrote: “Are you ready not to let me sleep all weekend?”

We worked in the same building, and one brush in the elevator was enough for me to understand I was about to lose something I thought untouchable: my will.

I chose the town’s most coveted guy not because I loved him, but because I needed someone I could shape while my head was somewhere else.

He texted me to ask where I was. Twenty minutes later I was in the back of his tram car, biting my lips to keep quiet.

It was July, I was ruined and desperate. I crossed my sister’s garden looking for help; my nephew was waiting by the pool with a smile I didn’t know how to read in time.

I’d spent years fantasizing about it, but I was still a virgin in back. That December afternoon, in a motel room, I finally let him cross that last frontier.

I shut the storeroom door, change my clothes, and turn into someone else. No one on my street suspects what I’m about to do tonight, and that’s exactly what I like most.

We always played at being girlfriends in front of everyone, until heat, the river, and a few beers blurred the line between the game and what we really wanted.

You begged me in whispers, holding your breath while I reached for the lubricant. And I never told you I looked forward to that dawn as much as you did.

I was drying my back when the door flew open. She saw me completely, apologized, and ran out. I never imagined I’d cross paths with her again that same morning.