The Fantasies I Couldn’t Keep Quiet That Monday
Seven in the morning and desire was already there. Through the day it crept into the shower, the supermarket, the sofa beside him. A fire I kept trying to smother.
Seven in the morning and desire was already there. Through the day it crept into the shower, the supermarket, the sofa beside him. A fire I kept trying to smother.
The commander’s voice froze them both. They’d only been alone in the ship’s infirmary for a few minutes, and the time they had left was no longer enough for anything.
On the bed there was a black latex set and a pair of heels in my size. That night, Rodrigo wouldn’t explain anything. He’d only tie me up, and what came after would change everything.
The envelope arrived on a Tuesday night. Thick paper, my name written by hand, an offer that should never have tempted me as much as it did.
Lucía let go of the helm, leaned back against my chest, and I felt her hips moving, searching for what she could no longer hide under her swimsuit.
Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.
I heard her moans through the wall on our first night. I couldn’t have known that the older couple would end up at my dinner table asking for much more.
Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She did anyway—and what she found broke her in two different ways.
When he got off the plane and pulled me into his arms, I knew I wasn’t going to let anything — not even the calendar — stop us that night.
I went in alone, undressed slowly, and pressed the button. On the other side of the door, eight men were waiting for my signal. I had never felt so afraid and so aroused at once.
Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.
I went downstairs to help him with some paperwork. He had big hands, smelled of the shop, and had a way of looking at me that had made me nervous since we arrived.
The whole family thought Andrés was the good brother who sacrificed himself for me. No one knew he was also the father of my children and the only man I’ve ever loved.
I needed money and he had a proposition. It took me less time than I expected to say yes, and much longer to understand what that yes meant.
She got into the bathtub without intending to wash herself. She only wanted to relive every second of that afternoon before her husband walked through the door.
What began as a shared game became something neither of us had foreseen: a man who arrived as a guest and stayed with everything.
She doesn’t know that when I go out “to see a friend,” I come back smelling like another man. I’ve been living like this for three months, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
When she shouted my name in front of everyone and told me to drive her home, I knew Sunday wouldn’t end with a simple goodbye in the parking lot.
When we got off the plane in Ilulissat, we never imagined Inuit hospitality included leaving the bed open for guests. That night changed everything between us.
I rested my forehead against the bedroom door, trying not to make noise, and then I felt his breath on my neck and knew we weren’t sleeping yet tonight.