Confessions

When he pulled that pink plug from his drawer, I understood that my curiosity about pain was about to cross a line I could never forget.

My dress was too short, he couldn’t stop staring at my legs, and before midnight I already knew how the party would end.

I put on my boots just for the cold, but as soon as I felt the rubber tightening around my legs, I knew I’d end up soaking them inside again.

Every morning I pretended to look at her face, but I lived for her tits; the day she spoke to me, I knew there was no turning back.

She dropped onto the sofa with that deceptively calm air, and when my hands moved down her back, I knew I wasn’t going to stop.

I went to the bathroom to get myself a little worked up, but the man who had been watching me already had other plans for me.

I closed the door, and he already had me against the wall; everything we’d written about for weeks was finally going to happen without restraint.

When the phone vibrated, I was already wet; I knew he was waiting in the same bathroom, with haste, contempt, and the cock I had never learned to refuse.

We sat facing each other in first class, and before the next stop I was already trembling over what she was letting me see beneath the table.

I left the office beneath my coat, my body full of vibrations and certain that I wouldn’t be sleeping alone that night.

Whenever I passed his store, he undressed me with his eyes; it didn’t take me long to stop pretending it didn’t turn me on.

I closed my eyes to relax, but when his hands moved down my back, I knew I wouldn't be ending that night asleep.

I wasn’t ready for him to penetrate me, but when I pulled down his zipper and saw him hard in front of me, I knew I was about to cross another line.

I entered the wrong office by mistake, but when the doctor locked the door, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same way.

It started with a joke about her open blouse, but when she challenged me to hold her gaze, I knew that night wouldn’t end at the table.

I noticed him nervous behind me, his hands on my waist and a question that could change the entire night.

I came home from the beach trembling from the effort, but what truly left me breathless were his hands and what I imagined doing with them on my body.

I arrived before he did, lit the candles, and left the door ajar for a date there was no turning back from.

That night I went into the hotel thinking about work, but ended up confessing what has always gotten me wet: being watched, recorded, and fucked without shame.

When I climbed down from the wall, he was waiting with his cock in his hand and a calm smile, as if he knew exactly what I was going to do.