Desire

That night, as I drove home, I knew that behind her wicked smile there was a new idea. And that I wasn’t going to be able to get it out of my head.

For years I accepted to please them, then ran to the bathroom to spit it out. With him I discovered that the barrier I struggled most to break was also the one hiding the most pleasure.

It started as a game with a costume and tall boots, but it ended with me on my knees at three in the morning, unable to satisfy what he awakened in me.

I covered his eyes for a second, just long enough to turn on the recorder behind the pillow. He never knew that night was trapped forever on a red tape.

It’s two in the afternoon, I’ve been stroking him for hours, and I still haven’t given him permission to come. Today I’m in charge, and he’s learning to wait.

I met her when I was twenty and wanted her in silence for over a decade. When she reappeared, I knew this time I wouldn’t be satisfied with just looking.

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.

No one would imagine those giant, ridiculous sneakers were keeping my secrets. That night on the road, with everyone asleep, I finally dared to do what I’d been fantasizing about.

Every night she asked me for something new through the bars of her window, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no, even if it meant rummaging through my own mother’s laundry basket.

For years I fantasized about serving a woman who wanted me at her feet. Renata didn’t pretend to dominate: she did it with a calm that left me breathless.

I couldn’t resist the thong smelling of her whole day: I climbed into bed ready to taste her while she slept, not knowing she’d been waiting awake for me.

I chose the spot closest to the water, dropped my bikini, and before lying down, searched for the one who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off me.

No one dared move, but she knew that one gesture from her would be enough to make the whole beach hold its breath and the circle cease to be only sand.

I hated her with all my strength, and yet with her body tied over mine and the gag swallowing her insults, my body betrayed me in the worst possible way.

Neither said it out loud, but both knew it: every gesture under the sun was a challenge, an invitation no one on the beach could ignore that afternoon.

The rule had always been the same: her virginity was untouchable. Tonight, before a room full of eager men, that rule would be broken at the highest bid.

They trained me to please and obey, but that ajar door awakened something else: a spark of defiance that even the cold cuffs against my skin couldn’t extinguish.

I had imagined it in silence for years, never telling a soul. That night, at the bar of a strange hotel, a stranger decided for me.

I was still naked on the bed when the door opened, and for a second neither of us knew what to do with what the other had just seen.

When the sun began to sink, neither woman needed words to lead: a single glance was enough for every hand to know where it belonged.