Desire

The message arrived just before bed: an invitation for the following day at noon. I didn’t know how many people there would be or what awaited me, but I’d already said yes.

I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them in one after another while I lost count.

I went down to the living room in a thong, knowing he was watching me from the other sofa. Through the wall, my friend was streaming live with her boyfriend. And all I could think about was which door to open that night.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.

She agreed to show them around the city, believing she was in control. She had no idea every dinner, every beach, and every misstep were part of a game designed for her alone.

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, giving myself to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

When Renata pulled the thong from her pocket and laid it on the table, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

I let them walk ahead so I could stare without pretending otherwise. I never imagined that, before noon, they would beckon me from behind the palm trees.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

We went upstairs without knowing that night we were about to cross every boundary we thought we had clearly set.

I didn’t open my eyes right away: I let those two tongues keep working on me, knowing this was only the beginning of a day when no one would be asking permission.

They arrived at six sharp, kissed me one by one as soon as they walked in, and I knew that night I wouldn’t be the one setting the rules.

Bruno brought croissants and news that the family’s black sheep would be spending the weekend with us. I had no idea how far that afternoon would go.

I let my guard down with a silly question about group sex, and Antonella smiled as if she’d been waiting months for someone to ask it.

I said no three times. By the fourth, I was already floating naked while several hands decided for me what was going to happen that night under the lights.

When the four women got into the water without their bikini tops, I knew nobody was going home that afternoon the same as before.

Damián backed away from the doorway with his pulse racing: what he had just seen among his friends would never leave his memory.

My husband didn’t even look at me when I left in that tight skirt that night. He didn’t know I was going to a hotel to watch, from an armchair, what I’d wanted for years.