Desire

I started masturbating silently beside her, but when she thought I was asleep, her hand moved beneath the sheet and everything changed.

He grabbed my hand at reception, said I owed him something, and before I could think, I was kissing him against the bathroom door.

We pretended to sleep in silence, but his erection against my ass and my hand inside his boxers made it impossible to stay still.

The windows were fogged, I was still on all fours, and he already knew my body would never forget its first time being entered that way.

I saw her walking along the shore with her round belly and a smile that reminded me of everything we'd left unfinished.

I went in to inspect the materials and ended up with my skirt raised, my mouth full of him, and my legs trembling against a dusty table.

I found her torn, soaked panties on the floor. When she turned in bed and looked at me with shame in her eyes, I knew the night was only beginning.

I read his messages for weeks, touched myself thinking about his voice, and when I saw him emerge from the terminal, I knew the wait was going to end badly.

Idris’s bulge pressed against me for a moment, and I didn’t pull away. When they closed the door, I was still soaked. I went to the kitchen for water and saw the fruit bowl.

Years have passed, Mariana, and I still think of you while I touch myself in the dark. This is the confession you’ll never read—and the fantasy I can’t stop repeating.

The cashier gave me a strange look as she rang up the cucumbers, carrot, and eggplant. She had no idea where they’d end up a few hours later.

When I entered the bar and saw him at the back table with no Camila between us, I knew the beer was an excuse—and I’d end up with his mouth on mine.

Whenever I passed his store, he undressed me with his eyes; it didn’t take me long to stop pretending it didn’t turn me on.

I closed my eyes to relax, but when his hands moved down my back, I knew I wouldn't be ending that night asleep.

It all began on the stairs, with questions that were far too intimate and a curiosity that soon turned into pure horniness.

It started with a joke about her open blouse, but when she challenged me to hold her gaze, I knew that night wouldn’t end at the table.

Soaked, in the dark, and far too close, I realized that asking him to stay meant finally admitting what I’d imagined for months.

I arrived before he did, lit the candles, and left the door ajar for a date there was no turning back from.

That night I went into the hotel thinking about work, but ended up confessing what has always gotten me wet: being watched, recorded, and fucked without shame.