Couple

That night Eneko broke down, so Unai did the only thing he knew would calm him: he took him to the bed where Mikel and Asier were already waiting awake.

We were late to the academy every morning, but we never skipped that ritual between the sheets. Today, for the first time in weeks, he was the one spreading my legs.

It was 9:30 a.m., a half-corrected Excel sheet, and suddenly his naked boyfriend’s body was brushing the back of his neck. Working was going to be impossible.

When she came out of the bedroom wrapped in that black latex, ponytail pulled tight and high heels on, I knew we weren’t going to sleep early that night.

We counted to three and stripped naked in front of everyone. What I didn't know was that she'd kept a key in her necklace for the rest of the day.

He decided when I undressed, when he tied me up, and in front of whom. I only had to obey—and I learned obedience turned me on more than I ever admitted.

I went into the bedroom and found the dresser drawers empty of lace and full of men’s clothes. That night she learned she no longer got a say.

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 myself to ignite one man's desire.

She left them folded on the sink, still carrying her scent, with a note: “You’re wearing these today.” I knew the afternoon would be a long one.

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.

I had asked her for one simple condition, and when she walked through the door, I knew from her look that she had chosen 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, on the drive home, I knew that behind her teasing smile there was a new idea. And I wasn’t going 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.