Fantasies

For months, he had stared at the dark corner of his bedroom. The wrong doll they sent him was the closest thing to companionship he’d had in years.

My husband wanted to watch me with his brother. It took me weeks to admit I wanted it too. Then I rented an apartment with a one-way mirror and planned every detail.

She was thirty-six weeks pregnant and I was alone with her all week. No one knew what crossed my mind every time I helped her.

When I called him to fix the fireplace, I already knew something was going to happen. My chest told me so every time his eyes lingered on me.

I know I’m dreaming, but the heat of his hands on my skin is too real to ignore. And I don’t want to wake up yet.

I promised myself I’d wait. That the more I denied it, the more intense it would be. But the body has its own reasons, and that night it wasn’t willing to give in.

When I entered his apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only innocent thing left in the place. I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

We went upstairs without really knowing how to begin. I was the one who took the first step, and from that moment there was no turning back.

I sat on the floor with her photo and some candles. When I opened my eyes, I was her: her voice, her body, her backstage dressing room.

It started with a story I read at midnight. Then came the messages, the confessions in the dark, and a voice on the other end that knew exactly what to say.

The first night they heard Marcos and Lucía on the other side of the wall, Sofía knew the journey would not end as it had begun.

I drove sixty kilometers to find silence. What I didn’t expect was a room designed exactly for my most private fantasies.

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 went there out of curiosity alone, promising myself it would be one drink and that was all. But when the door opened before I knocked, I understood he’d been waiting for me for hours.

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.

We had a week to prepare the boldest costume. I showed up in a miniskirt and stockings. She opened her bedroom door with not a single piece of clothing on.

When I read his first poem, I felt as if someone had entered my mind without permission. The worst part was realizing I wanted him to do it again.