Confessions

The rustle of the sheet woke me, and when I turned my head I found her asleep beside me. I remembered nothing from the night before, but my body did.

He had never seen a naked woman until that afternoon by the waterfall. What he didn’t know was that desire would end up shipping him to the end of the world.

She had hated him for years, but when she saw him sitting in that café, all she felt was heat between her legs and a desire she thought buried forever.

I thought I was the most disciplined man in the faculty. Then she leaned against the empty classroom door and made it clear she knew everything I was hiding.

I hadn’t been touched by anyone in two years. My daughter knew it, and that afternoon she showed up in my room with a thong two sizes too small and an idea in her head.

I stopped to fix a bike chain and went on to my office not knowing that stranger would cost me my job... and give me far more than a bad day.

I met her in a dive bar, and at thirty I thought I knew everything about sex. That woman proved in a single night that I knew nothing.

I met him among paintings that seemed to whisper, and two hours later I was against the door of his apartment, wondering how I’d come so far without saying a word.

I looked toward the window opposite and understood that night, among parked trucks, nobody was going to draw the curtains.

My heart was racing and my legs were tight. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to think; I only wanted him to keep going and finally discover what I’d imagined so many times.

I never thought that a comment about how obedient her dog was could ignite something like this between two old acquaintances on her sofa.

I arrived alone at a freshly moved-into floor, wearing tight leggings and a thin sweater. The mover looked at me differently when he closed the door, and I knew I wouldn’t be leaving unsatisfied.

She boarded the carriage after midnight, sat opposite me, and began telling me things no one should confess to a stranger in the dark.

I put on the red dress with nothing underneath and thought it was just a thank-you dinner. I had no idea how the night was going to end.

I took an empty shot glass with me when I left the dance floor. I didn’t even understand why, until we were alone in his car and I knew exactly what I was going to do with it.

A sad old ballad comes on the radio and I stop hearing the lyrics. I start seeing something else, a scene I shouldn’t tell, but I confess it anyway.

I go out to the bus stop without underwear, not to go anywhere, but to find someone who will look at me the way he looked at me that Thursday in March.

She was forty-seven and had a thirst no man had ever quenched. That dawn, in the deserted park, she decided she would no longer pretend otherwise.

She ran her marriage, but that morning on the sand I found out how much she loved a stranger telling her who was in charge, with her husband watching.

I’d been bathing naked in that creek for years, believing it was mine alone. That afternoon, among the brush, two young eyes watched me without shame.