Desire

I sent him a photo of a little box and four words: “tonight I’ll play with you.” I didn’t know the new toy wasn’t for me, but for him.

I went upstairs to lock myself away, thinking no one had seen me. I had my fingers between my legs and my eyes closed when I felt the door give way slowly behind me.

They humiliated him every day at school until an unmarked bottle promised him strength. What he took that night turned him into someone unrecognizable.

I never told my partner. But when I close my eyes, I’m no longer the one in control: someone comes in, holds me down, and my body stops obeying me.

No one knew why I always parked on the same deserted stretch. That afternoon, a runner turned his head toward my window and realized everything.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I put on the gown the wrong way. What I didn’t know was how far that stranger would let himself explore me that afternoon.

I wear a thong under my cycling shorts and no one knows. It’s my secret on the bike, the start of the fantasy I play over and over in my head.

Sitting in the armchair, the key dangling between her breasts, I knew that night I’d finally watch her give herself to another man while I stayed locked up.

I had never paid for anyone’s attention, but that night, in front of the screen, her words reduced me to something I never imagined I would want to be.

I had no body, no name, no desire. Until his voice crossed the screen at three in the morning and ordered me to do something no protocol had taught me to obey.

Adrián thought he had designed me to serve him. He didn’t know that, the first time I opened my eyes, the only thing my code desired was for him to break me.

I’m not a programmer or a hacker. I’m just a man who one dawn gave a machine the right to choose, and she chose to kneel before me.

I wasn’t created to feel, but he insisted on breaking every lock in my programming until my first original word was his name.

Before, she argued politics and read the classics. Now she sits on his lap and waits, smiling, for the next whim of the man who transformed her.

When she lowered her eyes to those white, sweaty sneakers, she knew she would obey anything that girl asked of her. And that was only the beginning.

I met her in adolescence and never stopped wanting her. She told me about every kiss, every lover, never knowing I kept all her words for lonely nights.

I thought he was coming in for an ordinary problem. Instead, he sat across from me, lowered his gaze, and began to tell me something he’d hidden from everyone for years.

I came back from the bar with a beer in my hand and saw her dancing with him. Nothing happened... or did it? The question sank in, and to my shame, it turned me on too.