Fantasies

There’s a bathroom no one uses at the back of the garage. I’ve spent days imagining you there, against the mirror, while I whisper everything I want to do to you.

I sat between an older man and a guy who was to die for. Then the train slammed to a halt, the lights went out, and a hand found mine.

The store was closed and she had the whole morning free. The driver noticed before she did, and that smile in the mirror made her think things she shouldn’t.

We shared a hallway, an elevator and a coffeemaker, but never a real word. Only what each of us imagined when the other turned away.

The will said my family’s fortune had been built between my mother’s legs. That very night I understood it was now my turn.

I slipped barefoot to the chapel at midnight to ask forgiveness for my dreams. I never imagined something waited coiled in the shadows, ready to teach me what my body had kept silent.

I tripped over a root, and before I could get up, she was already on top of me. Her cold skin brushed mine, and I knew that night I wouldn’t leave the forest unchanged.

I thought the noise between the crates was rats. It was her, crouched in the dark, and the moment she smelled my fear I knew I wouldn’t be going home the same.

She wasn’t looking for love or company. She wanted to be watched, desired, imagined naked beneath her dress. That night she chose to be pure fire.

Convinced a creature had stolen his fortune, Damián tied her to his table leg. What he didn’t expect was for her to offer to settle the debt with her body.

It only took a certain tone of voice for my son to drop the controller and my wife to strip naked. It took me two weeks to figure out what to do with that.

He opened the door without looking through the peephole and recognized that smile from a thousand screens. His neighbor was her. And she had just asked him for the most innocent of favors.

He left me on the sofa blindfolded, my hands sweating. When a hand climbed my leg and the music started, I knew I’d never forget that night.

She came to the clearing seeking silence and found torches, naked bodies, and dozens of deer masks waiting for her as if they had always known she would return that night.

For weeks I’d been imagining a night like that, without names or promises. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d be watching me from the bar like he already knew everything.

It was three in the morning, the house was silent, and I had the phone pressed to my chest, waiting for that bodiless voice to finally say everything I’d been imagining for weeks.

No one believed him when he said the beast was real. So he went back into the mountains to find her, even if it meant losing himself forever in the snow and in her claws.

I gave him two kisses in front of his mother and, without anyone noticing, decided to play along until neither of us thought we’d go that far that morning.

I saw him looking at me in the elevator mirror and something lit up. That night I knew I didn’t just want him to watch me: I wanted him to see absolutely everything.

I had never told anyone that my body wouldn’t respond. I confessed it to her, my mother’s friend, never imagining she would end up teaching me everything I was missing.