Fantasies

When she closed her fingers around the card, she whispered that I had twenty minutes to decide whether I was going up to her apartment or staying a journalist.

When I opened my eyes in that black marble suite, she was there, naked, looking at me like she’d known me forever. And maybe death was my best accident.

We had been married for years when she confessed that her greatest fantasy wasn’t with another man. It was me and another woman—and she had the perfect candidate waiting.

I handed my husband the laptop with the folder open. Twenty-odd emails from men who never imagined their director would send them something like that.

When I took the glass jar out of my mother’s drawer, I already knew that afternoon I was going to cross a line I didn’t intend to come back from.

I was thirty-two and still had never let myself think about another woman without feeling ashamed. That night I turned off the light, breathed deeply, and stopped running.

I pulled a dildo from the drawer that still smelled of her and found her with her gaze lowered, biting her lip as if I’d caught her in something more intimate than a secret.

When I looked out the window of my new room and saw them naked in the pool, I knew that year would teach me far more than biochemistry.

It started like any other night in front of the screen, but when I hit send on that message, I knew there was no turning back.

I went into the living room in my schoolgirl skirt ready to surprise her. I didn’t expect to find her naked, bow in hand, with a smile that changed everything.

She opened the door in a white nightgown, barefoot. My girlfriend was asleep in the other room and my best friend was still on the terrace. I didn’t know how to move.

For years he treated other people’s minds without being able to get close to anyone. Then the doll arrived—and with it, the obsession that would consume him.

Marcos was the only man in town who had not closed his eyes. He bored a hole through the wood and looked through it. What he saw never left him.

I’d spent years looking for someone willing to truly watch me, not through a screen. When Lucía said yes, I knew I’d never forget that day.

When she turned on the camera, she was already lying on the bed, waiting for me with a smile that was anything but innocent. And I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping alone that Saturday.

When I put on the mask in front of the mirror, I stopped being myself. What happened after in that garden I didn’t tell anyone until today.

Three months of writing to each other. One step across his threshold. What came next wasn’t what he promised: it was everything my body had been demanding for months.

Three years ago I accepted a stranger’s request—an erotic writer I’d never heard of. Since then, I’ve read him every night in the dark and never once written to him.

I put on the wig, the heels, and the fake curves. I didn’t realize that before dawn I’d be barking in a garden with my knees in the dirt.

An adult chat was a bad idea at five in the afternoon. But when her name appeared and she said hi in that husky voice, it was already too late to close the window.