Confessions

I remember every name, every room, and every kiss. But she looks at me as if I invented everyone I spent the night with.

He opened the door barely dressed, with that smile that was no longer the polite client’s smile, and I understood from the very first minute that this call wasn’t ending with a drain gasket.

Lucía never wanted anything to do with a man. Camila was a bombshell who drove the guests crazy. I only had one question I couldn’t keep to myself.

At eleven it was just two couples laughing around a bottle; by three in the morning we were four bodies that didn’t know who they belonged to.

We were walking back from the beach when a girl hitched a ride. I didn’t know that night would reveal something else to me.

I closed the hotel door, looked at his trembling hands, and knew that this stranger was as scared as I was. And neither of us was leaving.

That afternoon I wasn’t looking for love or explanations; I wanted two different bodies in the same motel room and the certainty that no one would ever know.

When I saw him walk into the dark room behind me, I knew the night wasn’t going to end in my bed. He had the body of the kind of man you only see in magazines.

I thought the rain would leave me with nothing. Twenty meters away I saw the dark-skinned boy by the bench, soaked, and I knew the night was only beginning.

I’d spent years imagining it while secretly watching videos. One afternoon, a message on a hookup site, and a stranger got into my car ready to change everything.

They were young, open, and wanted something different. What they didn’t know was that in that hotel room I’d discover a side of myself I’d hidden for years.

She lifted her glass from the corner like she was toasting me. He came over and told me in my ear they wanted to take me to their apartment in Pichincha. I had no idea what was coming next.

I climbed the four floors with my heart racing. I wanted a toy, but I left with something more: the girl behind the glasses burned into me for that night.

My wife went out with her “friends,” and I went to Mauricio’s. One camera, two couples, and the question of who would be the better slut that night.

One night, after too many beers, I said yes. What happened next forced me to rethink everything I thought I knew about myself.

I boarded the upper deck of the bus expecting to sleep the full seven hours. Thirty minutes later, a face appeared between the seats and asked where I was going.

Andrés knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. I arrived with back pain and left with something nameless—something I still think about as I fall asleep.

I’d wanted to do it for a long time: pick up a man in a public place and take him to bed. That afternoon in the café, I finally dared.

That afternoon on the beach, I knew the four of them were watching us. What I didn’t know was that that night everything Roberto and I had imagined would come true.

The night I saw that girl come out of Sister Graciela’s room, I should have kept walking. Instead, I stayed. And that changed everything.