Fantasies

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.

It wasn’t that I lacked anything. It was that I never realized what I wanted until that boy looked at me like I was the only thing in the world.

The package arrived on a Tuesday. I held it in my hands without opening it for ten minutes, knowing that once I did, there’d be no turning back.

I locked the door, lowered the blind, and promised myself there would be no limits tonight. I’d waited too long to discover that pleasure.

The invitation was for dinner. What no one said out loud is that the three of us wanted the night to end in something more.

I subscribed without thinking. It was her face, her body, her voice. And I, her father, couldn’t look away from the screen.

Two days after arriving in the capital, I discovered that from my window I could see a terrace where three people practiced something no one was meant to witness.

His breathing grew more ragged on the other side of the wall. I tried to ignore it. Then I heard my name in his mouth and everything changed.

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

It wasn’t the first time Camila had called late, but that night something in her voice was different. I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

She thought she was alone. She raised her phone, framed her body from below, and waited for the timer. I didn’t look away for a second.

I put on the tightest pants I owned and wore nothing underneath. What happened next was a secret only I knew while I was at work.

Half-drunk beside the stream, I searched my pocket for the wipes and pulled out something that shouldn’t have been there. Bad decisions are always the ones you remember best.

I closed the fridge slowly, a syringe in my hand. Only I knew what I was about to do in that kitchen.

Every Friday, she dressed for me: nothing beneath her dress, fingers between her legs on the way to the theater, and the car hood as our bed in the dark.

We had fantasized for years. When the sealed envelope arrived with the word “Quimera,” I knew that night would break something between us forever.

When I confessed my fantasy at three in the morning, I thought it was just pillow talk. Two weeks later, he parked in front of a motel without warning, and everything changed.

When the stage lights hit her, I stopped seeing her as my friend. I only saw the woman I’d wanted for years without daring to tell her.

First we heard their moans from upstairs. Then they heard ours. None of the four of us stopped.

I knelt among the bushes, stockings torn and knees in the dirt. He told me to bark. And I did. What that revealed about me was the night’s greatest revelation.