Confessions

When Mateo came out of the water in soaked trunks, I knew my wife wouldn’t let that afternoon pass without biting into something that didn’t belong to her.

I walked fifteen minutes to his hotel in the shortest dress I owned. I knew exactly what I was there to do and I didn’t care if it showed.

When my husband shut the door at three and found me in the kitchen with tea between my fingers and black lace clinging to my body, I knew he wouldn’t stay silent.

Her avatar sat down beside mine on that pixelated terrace, and something in her voice made me stay until five in the morning.

I got to the door first. I leaned against the wood with my eyes closed, and when I heard him coming down the hallway, I knew that night we’d do it in silence.

When she shouted my name in the parking lot so everyone could hear, I knew the whole week of office tension was about to explode.

When I saw his name on the screen, my stomach clenched. Two weeks remembering his mouth and his hands, and there he was again, as if nothing had happened.

Three weeks keeping the secret. When I knelt behind the lattice and heard his voice, I knew I had to tell him everything, down to the last detail of the sin.

I went down to the hotel lobby in my pajamas to pick up a package and found him there: a huge man with hands the size of my head and a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent.

He was carrying a confession he had never told anyone. So was she. That rainy night, with hot chocolate in their hands, they told each other everything.

She opened the door with the baby in her arms and a smile that said more than it should. I was only going for coffee.

I crossed the bar with trembling legs, took his face in my hands, and kissed him without saying a word. What came after can’t be told in daylight.

The water poured over us and I was on my knees. Those three days taught me that there are pleasures you can’t repress no matter how hard you try.

When Daniela brought her friend to the back room, she thought she was introducing her to the place. She had no idea the innocent woman already knew it by heart.

Valeria walked into the bathroom with her backpack and came out in a white blazer with that smile she never lost. What followed, I never forgot.

He caught me looking at him in the locker room and said nothing. But on the way out he was waiting by the fence, nodding toward the woods: just a minute.

I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.

When the first moans crossed room 412’s door, she was still holding the champagne bucket with both hands. Ten minutes later, she wasn’t thinking about the hotel anymore.

I’d been ignoring his looks for weeks. That night at the hotel, after the pool and dancing with strangers, I couldn’t keep doing it.

That afternoon four men came to visit me. None knew about the others. I was the only one who had the full picture, and I felt no guilt at all.