Couple

When she walked into the bar, my boyfriend raised his glass and smiled as if he knew everything. In fact, he’d known for months. That night, the secret ended.

When Lucía started staying over at our house, I still didn’t know how far she was willing to go. That night, in front of everyone, she took off her dress without anyone asking.

I had told her about my fixation on trans women, but I never thought she’d agree to sit there on that sofa and watch another woman put me on my knees.

I went out to get some air while he slept. The lights in the apartment across the way were still on, and then I heard a moan that wasn’t mine and knew I was going to keep watching.

The first time I aimed my sons’ old telescope toward the window across the street, I knew I had become something my husband would never imagine.

All she had to do was hint at something and I'd get on all fours. That night I discovered she had two surprises hidden away—and only one was for me.

In primary school she loved me more than I could return. Twenty years later, her voice on the phone was the same, and my hands trembled.

I pulled down the zipper of his trousers very slowly, afraid of waking him. That dawn 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 gone, we stopped being just siblings.

An hour before dinner, the kids were watching cartoons in the living room and I crossed the garden looking for my wife. The laundry room door was ajar.

I wanted them to imagine her from a distance. I didn’t expect her to organize the scene herself, or my screen-side accomplice to show up with a flashlight in his hand.

When she whispered that she was dripping and apologized, I realized our fantasy had gotten out of hand. And the stranger still hadn’t done his worst.

I dialed her number when I figured he already had her beneath him. I wanted to hear her moan while another man paid for her, never knowing I was in on it.

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.

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.