Confessions

Rodrigo watched my ass in the office every day without daring to do anything. Until I read what his wife thought of me and decided she was right.

I knew he’d come home late and jealous. I waited in the kitchen in black lace. When the door opened, I knew the night was just beginning.

I was bleeding inside my torn stockings, but I kept walking to his door. I needed to look him in the eyes and know whether what I felt was mutual.

Climbing seven floors on foot in heels was no joke. What I didn’t know was that the doorman had been watching me for weeks as if I were a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

When I confessed my fantasy at three in the morning, I thought it was just pillow talk. Two weeks later, he parked in front of a motel without warning, and everything changed.

The plan was simple: pool, barbecue, and a weekend with no obligations. What I didn’t expect was what Saturday morning would reveal about the two of us.

I had worn the cage for three weeks when Valeria announced to her friends that I would do anything she asked. I had no idea what was coming.

I wasn’t sleepy. He came up behind me, kissed my neck, and put his hands where I couldn’t allow myself to moan. The bedroom door was still closed.

My shoes had worn holes through my pantyhose, and every step burned like penance, but I didn’t stop until I rang his bell.

I’d been staring at his arms for weeks. The night of the concert, between beers and shadows, I decided to go over. What happened next changed every rule.

My husband watched me in the dark behind the spy glass. He expected to see his brother fall for me. I was going to confess something far worse.

When he looked up and caught me staring at him in the locker room, something shifted between us. I just didn’t know exactly what, or how far it would go.

I had tried on the plaid skirt and the shirt knotted at my navel a hundred times in my head. That afternoon, with the house empty, I finally did it for real.

It was the first time I went to the transport base to look for him. What I didn’t know was that Rodrigo was already waiting for me with a smile that wasn’t innocent.

Every morning I wake up with the same fire. It isn’t love, not exactly. It’s something more urgent, and no relief lasts long enough to put it out.

I’d been tossing and turning for two hours. I knew he was sleeping three doors down, and that night, for the first time, I couldn’t pretend.

I knew it wasn’t sensible. I circled the bridge anyway, climbed down the wall, and found him sleeping exactly where I’d left him.

Under the shower, her fingers finished what he had started in that room. And she knew three days would not be enough.

When I handed over the thong folded like a note, I knew there was no turning back. All that was left was to wait for Friday and open the envelope he would return to me in class.

I went into the game to make friends. I stayed because there were men there who wanted the same thing I did: something real, nameless, and without a future.