Fantasies

First they filmed me masturbating; then my mother discovered that the sin in that house wasn’t desire, but who pretended not to have it.

I lowered the controller and held my breath: on the other side of the wall, her moans were rising, and my hand was already inside my pants.

I pretended to be drunk in the back seat, but when that stranger slipped his hand beneath my skirt, I stopped acting.

I ran into her by chance, she gave me her number, and a week later she opened the door with a smile that already promised trouble.

I heard the moans as I passed through the hall. The door was ajar, and I couldn’t look away. Nor could I stay still.

The door was ajar, the candles were lit, and there was a note on the bed. Even so, I went in, undressed, and obeyed.

The air conditioning was broken, and the sweat was showing through my blouse. When I looked up, he was already staring at me in the rearview mirror.

When he slipped something warm into my hand after returning from the bathroom, I realized my red thong had come back with a secret that would ruin the rest of my night.

I lowered the blinds, looked at myself naked in the mirror, and took a deep breath. I had never touched myself, but that afternoon I had one plan: to discover my body.

When I saw his message before entering the parking garage, I knew I wouldn’t be going home with trembling legs just from driving.

I woke up soaking wet, unsure whether the man who had held me in my dream was a colleague, a stranger, or pure imagination. It didn’t matter.

I thought I heard her moan on the other end of the call, and my mind turned that sound into the dirtiest scene I'd ever imagined.

I closed the apartment door, leaned against the wood, and knew I’d be awake for a long time. I needed to touch myself and wanted to take my time.

I saw you alone at the end of the bar, drink in hand and wearing the look of someone asking for exactly what I wanted that night too.

I went to the mall looking for a new costume. I ended up masturbating in a dressing room and facing a villainess who froze me at the worst possible moment.

I went in to make a toast with them out of curiosity, but when they closed the door and surrounded me, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

We pretended to sleep in silence, but his erection against my ass and my hand inside his boxers made it impossible to stay still.

I went in to inspect the materials and ended up with my skirt raised, my mouth full of him, and my legs trembling against a dusty table.

My boss wanted a revolutionary supplement, but no one imagined the first test would end with moans on my desk.

Idris’s bulge pressed against me for a moment, and I didn’t pull away. When they closed the door, I was still soaked. I went to the kitchen for water and saw the fruit bowl.