Couple

I lowered the zipper of his trousers very slowly, afraid of waking him. That morning changed forever what I understood pleasure to be.

I climbed the tree behind the dormitory to confirm what I already knew. I never imagined seeing her with him on the balcony would awaken something between rage and desire I’d never felt.

Lucía came to the mirror naked and called me by the name only she uses. That night, with our parents away, we stopped being just brother and sister.

There was an hour left until dinner, the children were watching cartoons in the living room, and I crossed the garden looking for my wife. The laundry-room door was ajar.

I wanted strangers to imagine her from afar. I didn’t expect her to stage the scene herself, or for my screen-side accomplice to show up with a flashlight in hand.

When she whispered that she was wet and apologized, I realized the fantasy had gone too far. And the stranger still hadn’t done his worst.

I dialed her number when I figured he’d have her down by then. I wanted to hear her moan while another man paid for her, never knowing I was part of the plan.

After a decade of bad sex with men, I met Renata, her drawer full of toys, and a finger where no one had gotten before.

For months I’d let her dance alone, waiting for someone to push far enough. That night, a man taller than me finally did it.

The lover’s initials weren’t written out in full, but they matched the man smoking on my balcony at that very moment.

I heard the water running and knew exactly what I was going to do. I slipped in silently, knelt on the tiles, and let the steam do the rest.

She came out of the changing room with her back to me, wearing a bikini she had never shown me. I felt jealous. And, without knowing why, I started to feel something else too.

I went in with the key he’d left in the planter. What I didn’t expect was to find her waiting for me, arms crossed and jaw clenched.