Desire

I opened the cabin door expecting an empty bunk and found five half-dressed strangers. That same night I understood why I travel alone.

I asked for help getting to the restroom in that impossible suit. What she did after she closed the door behind us wasn’t in my contract.

From the darkness I watched her move on top of him, and I understood I no longer knew whether it hurt more to watch or to want to keep watching.

She chose the shortest skirt and left without underwear. At that hour the stranger on the platform was always there, and this time she wasn’t going to move away.

I went into the third fitting room, left the curtain exactly how I like it, and when I looked up I caught her looking inside. One of mine, I thought.

I knew he went around the house without a bra. What I didn’t know was that he counted every time, and kept a wet souvenir under his pillow.

She came out of the water slowly, knowing the sheer fabric no longer hid a thing, and wrung the hair from her face in front of us as if she had all the time in the world.

She told me that if I wanted her ass, I’d have to earn it. What I didn’t expect was for her to show up at my door on New Year’s Eve, suitcase in hand and giving orders.

I never know what position I’ll end up in when I walk into his rope room. Today there was a suspension point ready, and all I wore was a pair of panties he meant to destroy.

I stripped in silence, put on the ears and collar, and slipped into his bed before he woke. I owed him too much to keep pretending I only wanted to care for him.

Adrián thought he was just going up to a friend’s place. He didn’t count on Lucas being awake in the living room, or on the need he’d spent all night holding back.

He climbed into my boat thinking he owned the river. By the time we touched land, he was ours: she was laughing beside me and he had no idea what was waiting for him.

I went back to the reunion for one unfinished high-school kiss. I never imagined that night, with the bottle spinning, would end with three of us in the same bed.

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.

It started as an admirer’s email about my stories. It ended with me hiding her photos, aching to cross an ocean just to touch her once.

They had known each other since adolescence and desired each other in silence. When both married men who let them be free, they stopped hiding.

They had shared the same room since childhood, and she watched her sleep every night. That morning, when her aunt let the towel fall in front of the mirror, she knew she could no longer keep pretending.

She always sat in the back, untouchable, until a kiss on the cheek cracked her armor. I never imagined the most reserved girl in class would end up trembling in my arms.

When the door opened and she came in wearing that leather coat, I knew that women’s night was going to change something inside me I’d never be able to ignore again.

She went down to reception just to ask about a trail, but she kept staring too long at the green eyes of the girl behind the desk. And the girl noticed.