Desire

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.

When Renata went barefoot into the kitchen at dawn, she never imagined her husband would watch from the doorway, or that morning would change everything between all four of them.

When we crossed the door of that dimly lit club, I knew that night we would share something neither of us would ever forget.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel and crossed the living room slowly, knowing both men’s eyes would follow me to the bedroom.

When I asked what truly turned her on, she straddled me and began to tell me about a night she’d never confessed to anyone.

I arrived at that apartment thinking about a glass of wine and a conversation. I had no idea that afternoon would end with me giving myself to three men at once.

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

When he blindfolded me in the doorway, all I felt was a drop slowly running between my thighs and my heart about to burst out of my chest.

I went downstairs naked, smiled at them, and only set one rule: come up without clothes. There were eleven, sweaty and needy; I’d been widowed far too long.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

She came to buy my book and ended up sitting on my lap with her back to me. “Read it slowly, out loud,” I told her, while my fingers began sliding down her body.

One look in the supermarket was enough for me to drop my bags and follow her upstairs. I didn’t know her name, but I already wanted her.

Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.