Confessions

I’d soaked her dress at the start of the party. I never imagined that same stranger would corner me against the railing when there were almost no people left on the rooftop.

A guy rummaging through a dumpster whistled at me in the street, and when he told me why, I wanted to disappear. What I never imagined was how I’d end up thanking him.

I thought it was just a game of late-night messages until one afternoon he shut my office door, turned off the light, and stopped asking permission.

I dressed to impress, but once I stepped into that office I realized I wasn’t going to use my résumé to get the job.

The rustle of the sheet woke me, and when I turned my head I found her asleep beside me. I remembered nothing from the night before, but my body did.

He had never seen a naked woman until that afternoon by the waterfall. What he did not know was that desire would carry him to the end of the world.

She had hated him for years, but when she saw him sitting in that café, all she felt was heat between her legs and a desire she thought buried forever.

I thought I was the most disciplined man at the faculty. Then she leaned against the empty classroom door and made it clear she knew everything I hid.

I hadn’t been touched by anyone in two years. My daughter knew it, and that afternoon she showed up in my room with a thong two sizes too small and an idea in her head.

I stopped to fix a bike chain and kept walking to the office, not knowing that stranger would cost me my job... and give me a lot more than a bad day.

I met her in a dive bar, and at thirty I thought I knew everything about sex. That woman proved in a single night that I knew nothing.

I met him among paintings that seemed to whisper, and two hours later I was against the door of his apartment, wondering how I’d come this far without saying a word.

I looked toward the window opposite and understood that night, among parked trucks, nobody was going to draw the curtains.

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

I never thought that a comment about how obedient her dog was could ignite something like this between two old acquaintances on her sofa.

I arrived alone at a freshly moved-into floor, wearing tight leggings and a thin sweater. The mover looked at me differently when he closed the door, and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving unsatisfied.

She boarded the carriage after midnight, sat across from me, and began telling me things no stranger should ever confess in the dark.

I put on the red dress with nothing underneath and thought it was just a thank-you dinner. I had no idea how the night was going to end.

I took an empty shot glass with me when I left the dance floor. I didn’t even understand why, until we were alone in his car and I knew exactly what I was going to do with it.

An old ballad comes on the radio and I stop listening to the lyrics. I start seeing something else, a scene I shouldn’t tell you about, but I confess anyway.