Couple

When he looked in the mirror, he no longer recognized himself: blonde wig, red corset, heels. And she, smoking on the sofa, was waiting for him with a smile he had never seen before.

Each step made the hidden metal beneath her skirt ring out. Vera had learned to live wet, on the edge, waiting for the next needle he would drive into her flesh.

When we close the bedroom door, we stop being the proper couple everyone knows. In there there are no limits, only the ones we set in order to break them.

We hadn’t touched each other in two weeks. That afternoon, with the house finally empty, I discovered that the smell of his sleeping body could turn me into another woman.

The night I waited for him with my blouse half-open, I knew I was no longer the same woman: I had remade my whole body to ignite one man’s desire.

She left them folded on the sink, still carrying her scent, with a note: “Today you wear these.” I knew the afternoon was going to be long.

Three years barefoot, two rings on her toes, and the certainty that at day’s end he will kneel to lick every footprint she left behind.

There was only one condition I asked of her that evening, and when she walked through the door I knew, just from the way she looked at me, that this time she had decided to obey me completely.

You threw me your still-warm panties and a smile. “Put them on and wait for me,” you said. Two hours later I was still on my knees, counting the minutes until you came back.

That night, as I drove home, I knew that behind her wicked smile there was a new idea. And that I wasn’t going to be able to get it out of my head.

I yelled that the gate was open so he could come in with both hands full. What he didn’t anticipate was the water balloon waiting for him just past the threshold.

We spent weeks looking for an audience on Telegram with no luck. That night, in a dark pine grove, someone parked beside us and kept watching what my girlfriend wanted me to do to her.

She had never touched a belly like that without gloves and a gown in between. This time it was Marisol’s, her sister-in-law’s, and she couldn’t pretend she was only there to feel for the twins’ kicks.

Adrián told me how many to take and in what order, and I obeyed without asking. I had no idea how far he was willing to take control of my body.

I couldn’t resist the thong smelling of her whole day: I climbed into bed ready to taste her while she slept, not knowing she’d been waiting awake for me.

Behind every mask was an invitation no one dared say out loud, and that night you chose to accept it without asking me.

The mirror in the dressing room reflected a woman she didn’t recognize. In a few minutes, dozens of strangers would see her naked. And still, she chose to step through the curtain.

When the elevator doors closed, nobody was pretending anymore. Marina found my hand and guided it under her skirt while you kissed me without taking your eyes off them.

I took the first motorway exit without thinking. What she’d just told me made it impossible to keep driving, and I still hadn’t confessed what I really wanted.

When we got back to the room, we couldn’t wait any longer. Then there was a knock: the gift I’d prepared for her had just arrived, and you knew nothing.