Fantasies

I’m shy with almost everyone, except my husband. That’s why I was so surprised to want that stranger who sat down in front of me, as if she’d been waiting for months.

She expected a frail husband she could despise. When the king bowed to kiss her hand, the tip of his tongue brushed her skin and she knew she was wrong.

She ordered me to strip in her living room and start sweeping. I was just her toy that afternoon, and every slap on my ass reminded me who was in control.

He arrived at the den little more than a chained skeleton. The she-wolf promised to teach him what it meant to serve her... and he learned better than she expected.

I knew that blouse would make him nervous. What I didn’t imagine was how far I’d be willing to take it that afternoon, with the apartment empty and the door closed.

I woke up unscarred in a bed that wasn’t mine, healed by a stranger of impossible beauty. What he didn’t tell me was what that cure had done to my body... and my desire.

He was barely at my elbow when he took my hand. In six minutes, I discovered my body had no use for the rules I’d imposed on myself.

They said the night was just getting started and that their flat was two streets away. Neither of us said no, and that changed everything between us.

He was in his chair, oblivious to everything, wearing his headphones. And I was on his bed, with a silly idea I finally dared to act on that afternoon.

I woke up certain it had only been a steamy nightmare. Then I saw the box on the living-room table, just like in the dream, and the coffee slipped from my hands.

When the attic window gave way to the wind, he no longer saw the servant who served his coffee: he saw the soaked woman who held his whole world together.

She arrives at ten-thirty, leans against the shelter, and crosses her legs. She doesn’t know it, but in my head we’ve already done everything we’d never dare.

My friend thought we’d just come for some fresh air. I’d already picked my prey: the dark-haired man playing with his son ten meters from us.

She knew what they had agreed to, but no words prepared her for what she would feel when she crossed that door and the room closed behind her.

I’d spent hours searching for a spark in other people’s eyes and found nothing. Until I decided to cross the room and put the whole game in his hands.

I used to hide everything. That night I went into the theater without underwear, in a short skirt and with the certainty that someone would look. And I wanted them to.

When the train left without me, I thought the night was lost. Then I saw him across the platform, motionless, looking at me as if he’d been waiting forever.

The paper robe barely covered me. When his hot hands slid down my back, I knew that session wasn’t going to end the way I’d imagined.

Three hours under the sun, soaked in sweat, and from the shade of the tree he saw something on the terrace that took his breath away: they knew he was watching them.

I left the house wearing a sweater that made everything see-through and nothing underneath. My boyfriend walked behind me, watching me, while strangers’ eyes ran over my body.