Fantasies

Every morning I purposely hike my skirt up one finger’s width more, hoping some older woman will look at me with that mix of disapproval and desire that appears in all my fantasies.

I boarded the plane with my cock hard, as I had every day for as long as I could remember. I never imagined that priestess would change my life in a single night.

I thought it was just curiosity. Until I saw his photo, felt my pulse race, and understood I’d spent three years avoiding what my body had already decided.

I remember every name, every room, and every kiss. But she looks at me as if I invented everyone I spent the night with.

Every night Marcos spent watching without being able to touch was another step downward. Valeria didn’t seduce him: she possessed him. And he found no way out—or sought one.

Valentina recognized the three men in the dining room: she had greeted them at company parties. Tonight, Rodrigo had brought them for another reason.

The night I saw that girl come out of Sister Graciela’s room, I should have kept walking. Instead, I stayed. And that changed everything.

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is doing nothing. I lay on the sofa, arms spread, and let her take control.

I had been living this double life for months, and that week was mine alone. Until the club door opened and I saw the last man who should have seen me walk in.

I walked alone through dark streets, furious after seeing my boyfriend with another woman. I wasn’t looking for anything. And yet, I found something.

With her eyes closed, she built every detail: someone’s hands, his lips, the weight of another body on hers. She hadn’t lived it yet, but she already needed it.

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 pedaled to the river with my blood already hot, knowing what I was going to do when no one could see me. That afternoon, at last, fantasy would become real.

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.

I didn’t know how Marcos would react when I told him. But with Andrés only a few feet away at that party, I couldn’t keep quiet for another second.

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.

We’d spent months talking about that fantasy: being watched. That night at the motel, we turned it into a game with rules and no turning back.