Confessions

The bus was packed and I could barely move. When I felt the first touch on my thigh, I thought it was an accident. But it wasn’t.

I had five university students who paid well and started missing class. The solution came when my wife walked into the study and they all forgot their derivatives.

I opened the nightstand drawer. The book was there, where it always was. And in ten minutes I could no longer stay still.

That summer we rented the same little house as always, and she got out of the car with a new smile. My cousin. Forbidden. And yet, everything I wanted.

On the drive, she put her hand on my thigh and didn’t take it away. At dinner, she looked at me as if I were dessert. Going upstairs was only a matter of time.

I knew what I wanted to do that night. I only needed darkness, silence, and the courage not to set myself any limits for even one moment.

When she came into my room that night, wearing nothing, I knew it wasn’t just because she was afraid of the thunder. My mother knew everything. And so did I.

He arrives, turns me around, and pulls down my pants. Without saying a word. That’s how it began, and that’s how it’s worked ever since.

While the others kept drinking, I already had Andrés cornered in the alley. I'd spent hours unable to take my eyes off him.

I’d been counting the hours for seven days. When I saw him come through the airport doors, I barely cared that I was on my period: that night, I wasn’t waiting for anything.

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The girls had left, the room was silent, and Rodrigo made a joke that we both knew wasn’t really a joke.

There was something about the way he looked at me from the platform. It wasn’t just any look. I knew that if I went with him, I’d never be the same.

I’d wanted her since I was twenty. Five years, a marriage, and a child later, Elena showed up at my door.

The paper contained only a cellphone number. What I found when I arrived at my in-laws’ house that Tuesday erased my idea of who they were forever.

At nineteen, after a lifetime in all-girls schools, that night I learned more than I could have imagined.

I’d been keeping that curiosity to myself for years. In the dark, with him a meter away, I felt that if I didn’t ask then, I never would.

We were sworn enemies since we were five. No one would ever guess that the girl who made my nose bleed would also be my first woman.

We’d been together in front of the screen for months, each on his side. The afternoon Marcos reached out to me changed everything between us forever.

Adrián offered to drive me home with my guitar. I should have said no. But there was something in the way he looked at me that wouldn’t let me answer.