The Night a Stranger Made Me Forget My Ex
Three months after the breakup, I downloaded an app. I had no idea that older man would give me the most intense night of my life.
Three months after the breakup, I downloaded an app. I had no idea that older man would give me the most intense night of my life.
I was tied to the table when he knelt in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d asked for something like that, but three men was a different level.
Her perfume was still following me when I opened the card in the taxi. An address in Recoleta. The door will be unlocked, she had told me.
I had been locked in the cage for three weeks when Valeria invited her friends to dinner. I was going to be the entertainment.
When I invited her to my apartment, I thought I’d be in control. Her gaze changed the moment I closed the door, and I knew I was wrong.
Every time I walked into her bar, her eyes would find mine over the top of her glasses. That afternoon I decided I could no longer pretend I didn’t notice.
The moment I let my first heel drop under the table, I knew that dinner wouldn’t end with dessert, but with him surrendering in silence while the waitress smiled at us.
We posted the ad not knowing what to expect. Two weeks later he rang the bell at ten on the dot, no phone or watch, ready to serve.
Her glasses hid something I took years to decipher. When I finally found her alone at the bar, I knew the staring had only been the beginning.
Rodrigo hung from the Pillar on the brink of collapse. Valeria could not defy the Queen, but she would not let a healthy man die through negligence.
The day Clara entered my house unannounced, I realized the only clean space I had left no longer belonged to me.
We were sitting across from each other in the most discreet corner of the restaurant. No one could have imagined what I was doing with my feet beneath that table.
Lucía took my neck with the same calm as always. That night the destination was different: her lover had just been there, and she didn’t need to say anything else.
I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.
I woke with my hands tied in a dark room. I didn’t know how I got there. I did know I was investigating the wrong people.
One look from the window was enough for me to know that boy would do anything I asked. I just needed the right moment.
Valentina put on the black dress at midnight. Two strangers rang the doorbell. Marcos knew what was going to happen and, even so, opened the door.
We had talked about it for months, as a fantasy. That night it stopped being fantasy. And sitting in that chair, I couldn’t look away for even a second.
Sergio left and Marcos took me to the pool. There was something in his look that wasn’t for Sofía. It was for me, and I shouldn’t have let it be that way.
I opened the door expecting one man. There were two—and they brought a backpack with everything they needed to turn me into their toy for hours.