Confessions

There were nights when I didn’t look at the face of whoever came in. I counted the money and waited for it to be over. But once, everything was completely different.

I’d walked for hours, my dress torn and blood on my legs. I couldn’t stop. I had to see him, even if everything I did that night destroyed me.

The test had been on the bathroom shelf for twenty minutes when he opened the door. One look at his face was enough to know everything between us had changed.

When Rodrigo crossed the threshold, Valentina looked at him with the calm of a woman who knew exactly what she had in mind—and that night, neither was innocent.

When Diego stopped the car in front of the motel, I knew that late-night conversation about my most secret fantasy had changed everything.

I saw him walk through that door and my heart started racing. I wore the reddest dress I owned. I wanted the first thing he saw to be me.

As soon as we left the parking lot she slid her hand inside her pants. I drove looking for the first dead-end road I could find.

She wore knee-high boots and the kind of look women have when they already know exactly what they want. I got up to give her my card before the moment slipped away.

I went up to the garage with the envelope in my backpack, dark glasses, and my skirt blowing in the wind. That morning, I didn’t know I’d leave as someone else.

When I opened the door and saw him there, with that good-boy look and those defined arms, I knew that afternoon was going to change something for both of us.

I climbed the metal staircase with my skirt pressed to my body and my backpack full of bills, feeling every gaze in the garage crawling up my legs.

When I went into the truck to check the pallets, he climbed in behind me. No one else was in the warehouse. And we both knew exactly what was about to happen.

I have a gift that lets me know people just by looking into their eyes. That night I used it to destroy a lie.

The afternoon Diego showed up sweaty from the game and took off his shirt, everything changed. The tattoo Carmen had zoomed in on the night before.

Rodrigo told me bluntly one night, while I thought I was only going to sleep. His voice was calm, almost too calm for what he was asking me.

That week everything was going badly with my partner. My ex seized the first crack, and Diego waited with a photo that left me speechless. The dirtiest weekend of my life.

Crossing my legs at just the right moment was all it took for him to stop pretending he wasn’t looking at me. The rest was only a matter of time.

She came out of the bathroom in a white blazer that barely covered anything, a red pacifier on her lips and that smile of hers. I knew that night would be different.

When my roommate told me, “Take me with you,” I knew that night was going to cost her more than her shyness. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d show up.

His cock was throbbing in front of me as I told him everything. And the more detailed I was, the closer he came to a limit neither of us wanted to cross.