Confessions

I was immobilized in bed when a fake nurse entered at dawn, locked the door, and told me she had come to care for me in her own way.

Every message on the screen brought her closer to me, until she summoned me to the third-floor bathroom and I knew there was no going back.

I still remember how she looked at me before getting off the bed and quietly telling me that, that night, her entire body was mine.

I watched him disappear in the elevator and thought I'd made a fool of myself; when the bell rang again, I was still naked and hornier than before.

I went for twenty euros and the thrill of letting myself be used, but when I recognized that van, I knew the night was going out of control.

He entered the office defeated, and I only wanted to comfort him; I never imagined he'd end up on his knees between my legs.

She came in while I was still hurting from the blows, sat on my lap, and made it clear she hadn’t come to congratulate me.

When she told me she had never seen a cock, I knew she would not return home that night the same woman.

I watched him stop beside the bench to tie his shoelace, and within seconds I stopped thinking like a runner and started looking like a horny man.

I recognized him across the party and never imagined we’d end up alone, our hands trembling and our cocks hard inside my car.

After coming several times, my pussy was still throbbing with one fixed idea: stop touching myself alone and ask her to come for me.

I went in for a haircut before leave and came out knowing who would suck me, who would open his ass for me, and who I’d end up with in a car.

When she told me she wanted to practice with me before attending a workshop, I knew that night would be unlike any other.

He sat beside me when the lights went out, and before midnight I was already imagining his hand sliding up beneath my dress.

I left the waxing table burning, stood up by the app, and so horny that I ended up calling the person I least should have.

Every time we swore we'd end it, one look was enough to leave us locked away again, sweating and fucking as if we hated each other.

She led me from the porch to the bathroom without letting go of my hand, locked the door, and looked at me in the mirror as if she already knew how it would end.

I left the bathroom still wet between my legs, and he knew from my face that remembering other men had left me trembling.

The third time we ran into each other, her smile lingered too long, and I realized coffee was no longer an excuse.

That hard bulge on the train didn’t just touch my ass; it opened a door I’ve never been able to close.