Confessions

I arrived on time, but they were nowhere to be seen. Then I got the photo: my girlfriend kneeling before my boyfriend in the back bathroom, waiting for me to finally come in.

As soon as the lights went out, she stood up from her seat and settled herself in front of us both. What happened next was no trailer.

The glassed-in terrace lets my silhouette show from the outside. That morning, while I was hanging laundry naked, I heard two girls’ voices laughing right below my window.

I contacted him through an ad site. I’d been trying for a year and nothing ever came of it. That December 24 was the first time I dared.

Marcos never said anything without purpose. But that afternoon in the woods, every word he spoke was a line inviting me to cross with no way back.

Three friends, a dance floor, and one decision that changed the night. This is what happened when I stopped looking for Renata and found her exactly where I shouldn’t have been looking.

When she called sobbing, I knew she'd end up at my place that night. I just didn't know how far we'd both be willing to go.

I sat down in front of him, took his hands, and started talking. I knew every word tied me more tightly to him, even if it hurt like a badly placed caress.

I’d been staring at her without hiding it for two hours, and she knew it. When she asked me to go up to the third floor for garlands, I knew that Christmas wasn’t going to be like the others.

At 21, I thought I could handle anything. But when Esteban put his hands on my back and I felt my body respond, I wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.

I thought Sonia was the past. Until I saw her getting out of that car with a stroller, and realized nothing had ended the way I thought.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.

When I saw the chair prepared with that enormous object sticking out of the seat, I knew the night would not be a normal dinner.

Every new city is a possibility. My name is Valeria, I travel alone, and I live a life very few people know. This is what happens when I turn off my phone.

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.