Fantasies

Four years in the same office without knowing who we were to each other. The day we found out, everything changed.

Valentina showed up in the red dress and smiled when she saw the blackjack tables. That night was the highest bet in her husband’s private casino.

I’d been fantasizing about her for months. When she came down from the stage and put her mouth on mine, I understood that fantasy was never going to disappear.

When I realized she had seen everything, the first thing I felt wasn’t shame but something much harder to control.

I went into the game to make friends. I stayed because there were men there who wanted the same thing I did: something real, nameless, and without a future.

That night I understood that teaching someone to feel their own body can be the most intimate act of all.

I kept his texts in a private folder, rereading them at night with the lights off. I’d been doing it for months before I dared to write him.

Marcos told her it would be a different night. What Laura didn’t know was that her friends were going to bet chips to win favors from her.

Seven in the morning, my husband still asleep, and I already feel that heat settling between my legs without asking permission. Another day like this. Or worse.

I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and my father’s voice built every detail. I wasn’t in my room anymore: I was with Rodrigo, and he was doing exactly what I’d dreamed.

I told myself I only cut past the lot because it was the shortest way. But when his eyes followed me and his hand brushed my hip, I couldn’t lie anymore.

The whole village closed its eyes. Rodrigo bored a pea-sized hole in the shutter and pressed his eye to it. He had to see her.

I went in alone, undressed slowly, and pressed the button. On the other side of the door, eight men were waiting for my signal. I had never felt so afraid and so aroused at once.

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.