Confessions

I climbed into the car with my heart in my throat and told him I finally understood what a woman feels on her way to giving herself over.

When he rolled down the window and I heard his voice, the five years we hadn’t seen each other vanished in an instant and I knew I would get in without asking where we were going.

She’d spent the whole dinner without panties, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. When she saw the empty alley, she lifted the red skirt slightly and pressed herself against the wall without saying a word.

At ten, my mother understood who I was before I did. Twenty years later, I finally recognize the woman I’ve always been.

I reached the entrance not knowing if I’d have the courage to go up. My name is Esteban, I’m 48, and upstairs a couple I only knew by messages was waiting for me.

I went upstairs with a glass of cold water and found him naked on the ladder. I cleared my throat to let him know I was there, but he turned slowly.

When she opened the door in a rush, with smeared mascara and a wrinkled dress, I knew that night had changed everything between us.

When the landline rang that afternoon, I never imagined the call would lead me to a downtown hotel, two men desiring me, and a version of myself I never knew existed.

Baltasar smelled the tension the moment the boy asked for a ride. He wasn’t looking for conversation: he wanted the same thing Baltasar did, and they both knew it without a word.

No one imagined that an empty vodka bottle spinning on a living-room rug would be enough to erase every line separating three couples.

My sex life had become predictable, so that night I texted my fuck buddy a proposal neither of us could have imagined where it would lead.

I imagine a woman like me: same soft skin, same mouth. We caress each other slowly until there’s no turning back and I finally live out what I’ve dreamed of alone for so many nights.

She took my hand on the kitchen table, looked at me hard, and said what she’d been thinking for weeks. I only managed to stand up and pace in circles.

I’d spent years receiving messages with no substance, until a young couple wrote asking for something specific: for me to take control of them both for an entire afternoon.

I thought it was just dinner with old friends. I had no idea the secret my husband had kept since school would end with the three of us in the same bed.