Confessions

I climbed the gate at three in the morning, with my dress torn and my stockings bloodied, just to look him in the eye and ask whether I was making it all up.

When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.

That night I prepared like never before. Camila was coming over with her backpack and her wicked smile, and I knew exactly what I was going to ask her for.

My friends had years of experience when I had barely even brushed a guy. That night in Medellín, I made up for all of it at once.

When he locked the library door, I knew my little game of skirts and glances had just crossed a point of no return.

We’d been going out together for years without anything ever happening. That night at the club something changed: his body pressed to mine on the dance floor, and neither of us tried to stop it.

We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.

A half-open door was the beginning. Then came the mirror I installed in her room so I could watch her better, night after night.

He told me to close my eyes, that he had chocolate for me. What I felt on my lips was not exactly chocolate.

I only wanted to clear my head for one night. I never expected that bachelorette party, that bar, and that man would stay with me for so long.

When I opened the door dressed in the button-down blouse and heels, I knew that winter morning would not be just another class, but a surrender arranged with him.

Sofía looked at me from the sofa and said they had something to propose. Rodrigo was smiling behind her. That night I learned that trust can take you farther than you imagine.

There were six of them. All over sixty. They watched me without moving, waiting for my signal. I never imagined that would be what turned me on most that whole weekend.

She appeared on my screen on an ordinary night, but her rough voice woke something in me with an urgency I didn’t know existed.

That afternoon I decided I was going to fuck him somehow, even if I had to dress for him and come on to him without a shred of subtlety. What happened next left me shaking.

The key to my cage hung between her breasts all night, gleaming whenever she leaned over to laugh with her friends. All I could do was serve.

When I told my flatmate on the balcony what that stranger had done to me a month earlier, I never expected her to ask to come with me next time.

She suggested a mixed hot spring bath as part of the tour. I thought it was a cultural custom. An hour later, we were both naked in the water, and there was no turning back.

When Bruno put out the joint and looked at me that way, I knew the night would end very differently from how it had begun. Neither of us regretted it.