Confessions

That Friday he got into the car with a suitcase and some boxes I didn’t understand. Inside wasn’t work: it was the gift that would finally let me be who I’d always been.

We weren’t planning anything that afternoon. But when he dropped his pants in front of me, I knew I was about to try something I’d never tried before.

It had been less than five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

It had been months since I’d had a proper cock in my mouth, so when that white Mercedes daddy messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

She knew that every Thursday she hung the laundry at the same time. That morning I decided to step out wearing nothing at all, just to see her face. I didn’t expect her to smile like that.

I’d spent years swallowing her taunts and playing the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony facing the sea, something inside me broke.

I told her to choose where to put the depilatory cream on me. I never imagined she’d point to the exact place that would hurt me most.

She expected shouting, maybe the end of everything. Instead, he handed her a glass of wine and asked her to tell him everything, without leaving out a single detail.

I was always certain of her faithfulness. So when she lowered her gaze and began to talk about that night, I felt the ground shift beneath my feet.

I came to therapy in pieces. The only way to understand how I lost him was to go back to that night when I was completely his, not knowing it would be the last.

Marina thought he was just a harmless boy. That afternoon, she discovered that beneath his shyness was someone ready to take control of everything.

I’d spent months seeing her in a sweater and glasses behind the monitor. That night, in a wine-colored dress and with one drink too many, she looked at me in a way that changed everything.

The night she threw me out, I dreamed of my own corpse rotting in an empty workshop. I woke up soaked in tears, with her asleep a handspan from my skin.

When I left them alone in the hotel bar, I only wanted to give them some privacy. I never imagined she’d go upstairs with another man and I’d be left waiting downstairs.

She took the job to run from a dead relationship. What she didn’t expect was that the arrogant boss would hide a man capable of stealing her breath.

She went downstairs for water and found them laughing in the garden. That night, on her knees in the hallway, I decided to remind my husband who she belonged to.

I went back to the room quietly so I wouldn’t wake him, and found him with my underwear between his fingers and the sheet pitched up like a tent.

That morning I opened the envelope expecting a phone number. I found ten thousand euros and a three-word note that shattered me completely.

Five years later I saw her pushing a cart with a little girl inside. She lowered her eyes and ran off. Neither of us wanted to remember what we shot together.

I kissed him in the car before going into the party, never imagining that inside I’d find the last person I wanted to see: my own father.