Fantasies

The private room was immaculate, and I was kneeling in the center, waiting. Eight men entered in silence. Then I understood what it meant to truly surrender.

They didn’t give him water in a cup. They poured it over her foot, and he had to lick it from the leather straps if he wanted to survive.

When Diego placed a hand on her back and introduced her as his wife, Lucía felt that word open a door none of the four would close that night.

We had been friends for twenty years, and that afternoon, leaning on the beach bar counter, we said out loud something neither of us thought we’d ever admit.

For three years I read every word he wrote without liking, commenting, or daring to do anything. Then something changed that night when his message appeared.

When Lucía whispered her birthday fantasy to me, I knew there was no turning back: she wanted to be auctioned among our closest friends for one whole night.

It was just the two of us in bed, the light low, her legs over mine. I told her I’d spent weeks thinking about something I didn’t know how to ask for.

I’d gone two years without anyone looking at me that way. And when Miguel did, I knew something in me wasn’t as asleep as I’d thought.

No partner, no hurry. Just me, the dark, and the moans of a singer who’d been turning me on since the nineties.

She found the phone forgotten on the nightstand and entered the PIN without thinking. What she read was not what she expected, nor what she expected to feel.

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

She took off her underwear at the lookout, with the couple down on the beach in the distance. Then she proposed the most exciting bet of his life.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

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.

She had spent centuries in the shadows without desiring anything. But when she saw me alone in the library, something in her changed forever.

I close my eyes and she appears: tall, dark, with a cock I never expected to find—and now can’t get out of my head.

I closed the laptop and could still feel his imaginary hands on my skin, the deep voice giving orders I obeyed without hesitation. A fantasy so real it left me shaking.

I came home from practice with the images still burning in my head: Adrián’s shoulders, Gonzalo’s eyes, and the heat of the gym I couldn’t shake.

I’m twenty-eight years old and I have a list of fantasies I almost never tell anyone. This is my full confession, unfiltered.

I spent months avoiding him. Valentina dragged me into her pickup with no escape. He was in the driver’s seat, serious, not looking at me.