Confessions

I only wanted something temporary while I finished high school. I never expected those late-night voices in a virtual world to teach me so much about desire.

When I saw the message in my inbox, I had no idea that saying yes would lead me to an afternoon with two strangers in the park and the most intense night of my life.

The first was my physics teacher. The second was my French teacher. They both summoned me alone during their final days in Valencia, and I learned that goodbyes can be very different.

He came home from work exhausted, and when he saw the two lines in my hand, he didn’t let me finish the sentence. His mouth was on mine before I could react.

I’d promised her a different kind of anniversary gift. What she didn’t know was that my surprise was waiting on the other side of a hole in the wall.

I arrived at the crime scene and found her smoking, her eyes dry. Three months later, the widow opened the door to me in a black nightgown, with a bottle of lube on the nightstand.

Marina was already dripping when she demanded the second round: both men at once, with no barriers, while the action movie still played in the background.

When I pulled back the curtain to look in the mirror, she was there, leaning against the wall, looking at me like she already knew what would happen next.

Monday morning. Adrián’s suitcase disappeared through the door and, before the coffee was even done, we already knew that week was going to be different.

I went up to the hotel wearing a red lace set under the dress he still hadn’t seen. We’d been waiting seven months for that moment.

I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with strangers in a club bathroom. Or I wasn’t. That night in Barcelona, a short skirt and a mistake changed everything.

It was three in the morning when I peeked into my parents’ room and saw my father in front of the television. I didn’t leave. I kept watching.

I looked down when I saw my skirt was shorter than was prudent. I crossed my legs on the stool and, before the cocktail even arrived, I could feel two pairs of eyes fixed on my cleavage.

I went into my room and found her naked in a corner, masturbating while she watched me. She said nothing. Neither did I. I just sat down in front of her.

I’ve spent years thinking about that moment: Valeria in the empty classroom, her finger pointing at my crotch and that smile promising everything that never happened.

While he drowned in whiskies, he confessed his darkest fantasy to me. He didn’t know what he was asking for until I came home with it on video.

He’d had four days of bad luck until he walked into a seaside bar and saw her sitting alone, with curves that said more than she did.

Alone at home, wearing a thong and red lipstick, I looked in the mirror and felt no shame. I felt something far more interesting.

I had waited months for that Saturday. High heels, lace lingerie, the estate all to myself. No one was supposed to see me. Then Roberto from the estate across the way arrived.

I’d only gone to say hello, but Matías couldn’t take his eyes off me. When his father left, the boy proved he had more initiative than he appeared to.