Confessions

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.

He didn’t do much for me physically, but the idea of being wanted was intoxicating. When he climbed onto the stool to fix the fan, I knew exactly how I’d pay him back.

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

I walked 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.

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

It had barely been 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 good cock, so when that daddy in the white Mercedes 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.

For years I swallowed her provocations and played the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony overlooking 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.

She expected shouting, perhaps the end of everything. Instead, he offered her a glass of wine and asked her to tell him everything, without leaving out a single detail.

I was always certain of her faithfulness. So when she lowered her gaze and began to talk about that night, I felt the ground shift beneath my feet.

I came to therapy in pieces. The only way to understand how I lost him was to go back to that night when I was completely his, not knowing it would be the last.

Marina thought he was just a helpless young man. That afternoon, she discovered that behind the shyness was someone ready to take control of everything.

I’d spent months seeing her in a sweater and glasses behind the monitor. That night, in a wine-colored dress and with a few drinks in her, she looked at me in a way that changed everything.

The night she threw me out, I dreamed of my own corpse rotting in an empty workshop. I woke up soaked in tears, with her asleep a handspan from my skin.

When I left them alone at the hotel bar, I only wanted to give them some privacy. I never imagined she’d go upstairs with another man while I waited below.

She accepted the job to escape a dead relationship. What she never imagined was that that arrogant boss hid a man capable of taking her breath away.

She went down for water and found them laughing in the garden. That night, on her knees in the hallway, I decided to remind my husband who he belonged to.