Fantasies

Years have passed, Mariana, and I still think of you while I touch myself in the dark. This is the confession you’ll never read—and the fantasy I can’t stop repeating.

The cashier gave me a strange look as she rang up the cucumbers, carrot, and eggplant. She had no idea where they’d end up a few hours later.

I closed the bathroom window so I wouldn't repeat my mistake, but when someone knocked on the glass, I knew he had been thinking about me all night too.

I entered the wrong office by mistake, but when the doctor locked the door, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same way.

It all began on the stairs, with questions that were far too intimate and a curiosity that soon turned into pure horniness.

Soaked, in the dark, and far too close, I realized that asking him to stay meant finally admitting what I’d imagined for months.

That night I went into the hotel thinking about work, but ended up confessing what has always gotten me wet: being watched, recorded, and fucked without shame.

I left home with one condition: to behave like the slut we'd both been imagining for months.

When I saw how she looked at my boyfriend, I thought I would be furious; instead, I wanted to push her toward him and watch up close.

I had barely closed the door when he turned me around, blindfolded me, and ordered me to obey without asking a single question.

It began with kisses over a foolish bet, but when I saw my girlfriend spread her legs in front of everyone, I knew there was no turning back.

It began with an order in front of the mirror and ended on his knees, spreading his legs and begging me to take him much further.

After that first blowjob in the car, I knew he wouldn’t bring me a quiet romance, but an increasingly heated obsession.

I came out of the bathroom and found them kissing on the sofa; seconds later, one of them looked at me and asked me to eat her pussy.