Fantasies

I never thought an avatar in a video game would give me back the urge to desire another woman, or that desire would stay with me long after I shut off the console.

I want to put on my wig, make myself up, and give in to a stranger who’s read my stories. One night only, no strings, before it’s too late.

I met him at an awards show neither of us wanted to be at. I gave him a light in the back hallway and, without knowing it, I gave him everything else too.

For months I kept running into him in the elevator, knowing he was out of my reach. That night I found a yellow sign with a phone number and a binding spell.

The prince’s convoy rolled in unannounced between the cranes. He got out of the second car, took off his sunglasses, and I knew those three months of silence would break tonight.

That morning I decided to go out with nothing under my skirt. I didn’t want to be touched, only watched. And in the second-floor ice cream shop, someone noticed.

I got off the plane knowing I’d have to look him in the eye. What I didn’t know was that that same night, through tears, I’d ask him for something I had never dared say aloud.

A few seconds of video were enough to make my knees shake. Since then, I’ve been rehearsing every detail in my mind: the room, him, and what comes next.

I boarded the plane with a hard cock, just like every day since I can remember. What I never imagined was that that priestess would change my life in one night.

Every night Marcos spent watching without being able to touch was another step down. Valeria didn’t seduce him: she possessed him. And he found no way out, nor did he look for one.

She has many names for me. None matter while I watch her obey from the other side of the screen, waiting for the day I have her on her knees in front of me.

Santiago walked into the classroom that Monday in that fitted shirt and with a deep voice that raised goosebumps on my skin from the first word he spoke.

I’d been watching him cross the hallway for weeks. That afternoon he called me to his office, and something inside me knew everything was about to change.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

Alone in the house for the first time in months, I turned on the screen with the vague intention of killing time. No one could imagine what I was about to discover about myself.

I had never thought about it until my new friends mentioned it. That night, alone in my room, curiosity won out over fear.

She was my best friend’s girlfriend, and she knew exactly what effect she had on me. Every skirt, every neckline was a message meant only for me.

The first time I put on someone else’s heels, I knew the image in the mirror was the most honest version of myself. It took me years to accept it.

The chat was burning with lingerie photos and promises of fire. Six people, three couples, one cabin. What happened that weekend stayed between us.

When the scissors finished their work, the mirror gave him back a gaze that was not quite his own. And the voice he heard in that salon would not leave him alone.