Confessions

It started with private jokes and ended with screenshots neither of us should ever have shown the other. She liked girls; I liked her audacity.

What we had lived in the shadows, hidden from everyone. It took me eleven months to understand that, for him, I had never been anything more than a game between friends.

She caught me watching those videos behind her back. Instead of getting angry, she smiled and asked, “Do you really want another man to fuck me in front of you?”

That night I left my children asleep, dressed like a secretary, and went down to the parking lot trembling. I was going to stand on a corner and wait for customers.

In front of the bedroom mirror, she discovered her body still knew how to ask. What she did not expect was for someone to be willing to listen that very night.

On the first afternoon, she stepped onto the terrace with the towel hanging by two fingers. Below, there were people. Above, neighboring balconies. And she lit a cigarette without rushing.

I’ve got the face of a slut and everyone can tell. In the last carriage, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I let my hands do what my mind has already decided.

When her cousin came back drunk that night and started telling me details, I realized my wife had only given me half the truth.

I only dress up when I have a date, always in a hotel room, and that night the stranger waiting for me had no idea what he’d find under my dress.

I thought I had the situation under control. I thought an old man with no strength couldn’t do anything to me. That was my first mistake of the morning.

When everyone fell asleep, Diego stayed next to me in bed. He said he wasn’t sure whether he liked men. What happened next was planned by neither of us.

Marina returned from university a grown woman, and amid laughter and games in the water, Adrián understood they were no longer the children who swam there every summer.

I had tried it before and felt nothing but pain. That night, in a hotel room with a stranger, I discovered how wrong I had been.

He whispered it in my ear while I was still trembling: “What if next time there were two of you alone?” I didn’t know how to say no—and I didn’t want to.

I opened the door wearing almost nothing but a robe. When I saw him on the landing, I knew that Saturday in February would be memorable for a very different reason than the heat.

I went down to the bar for two more drinks, and the voice saying hello was the last one I expected to hear at an adults-only hotel on a Saturday night.

I only wanted sun and silence. I wasn’t looking for anyone, least of all a man who waited for me on the shore just to tell me he wasn’t letting me go.

No one around me suspects it, but all day long I obey orders that exist only in my head... and I want more and more for them to become real.

I was left alone with him, pretending to be sick when I wasn’t. I knew what would happen as soon as my sister passed through the gate and left me alone with her husband.