Confessions

It started as a night of pizza and fernet. It ended with each girl confessing the dirtiest erotic fantasy she’d ever said out loud.

It was after one, and on that hidden park bench I lowered the hem with two fingers to see how long I could hold out before running home.

I’d spent the whole week rehearsing how to tell him what I needed that night. When he walked through the apartment door, I knew words would no longer be necessary.

I was taking a deep breath in front of the bedroom door when his hands wrapped around my waist from behind. I wasn’t ready for what came next.

I promised myself I wouldn’t fall again. But when he opened the door and looked at me like that, I knew all my rules would break before dawn.

I’d spent weeks telling myself it was the right thing: put distance between us, catch that plane, and never look back. But when I opened the door and saw him, everything went to hell.

That giant of a man was eating a sandwich at the bar. One look was enough to know I’d be back at the nightclub door that night looking for him.

When Valeria corrected his form on the machine, he couldn’t help making it obvious. She saw it, smiled, and offered him something that wasn’t in any training plan.

When he took me to the hall's service stairs, his hand had already been deciding for both of us for half an hour. I only let it happen.

The salesgirl assured me no one could see me. When the box fell, I was exposed to three strangers who had no intention of leaving.

When the moans started on the other side of the wall, she was asleep beside me. What I saw in the mirror that night, I still don't know how to tell anyone.

No one answered when I knocked. I went in, walked down the hall, and when I reached the garage I froze at what I saw.