Fantasy

It was her first coven gathering and the youngest in the circle. All of them wanted to touch her, but she only had eyes for the blonde watching her from across the fire.

I opened the trunk not knowing that inside it waited another woman’s secret: her lingerie, her diary, and proof that she too loved someone forbidden.

Saira drew the circle, lit the candles, and spoke the forbidden name. What emerged from the smoke was no docile slave: it was a woman who smiled.

My wife had been asking me for weeks for carte blanche for one night. I never imagined our hosts had prepared a surprise that would leave all four of us breathless.

Damn the hour I opened my mouth. It was only a thought said out loud, but my wife already had the other woman’s phone number in her hand and a smile I’d never seen before.

I thought it was just a joke between the sheets, until she said our youngest friend’s name and confessed she really wanted him.

Mariana adjusted the straps in front of the mirror while Esteban smiled from the sofa. That night he had invited someone else, and he wasn’t planning to tell her yet.

She came home with news that would change the rules between us: a brand wanted to photograph her in lingerie, and the idea excited her far more than I expected.

He wanted me to go back to telling him my invented adventures. He didn’t know that every word I whispered to him that night was a lie with a hidden edge.

He only came to use our computer on a rainy afternoon. But he showed me a program that could strip anyone naked, and without thinking, I asked him to try it on me.

For eons I knew only the silence of the void. Until I hooked a signal in a blue world and, without asking permission, slipped into the body of a woman on fire.

The metallic voice announced the next phase and, instead of panic, I felt something I shouldn’t have: a ridiculous urge for it all to start again.

The arm resting on his abdomen wasn’t his girlfriend’s. It was heavy, warm, male. And Bruno remembered absolutely nothing from the night before.

I’d never paid for anything like that before. We met on a Tuesday morning, she handed me the bag in a hurry, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what was waiting for me at home.

She ordered me to take off my clothes, and I let her hands adjust every cable against my skin. When I started getting wet, I knew there was no turning back.

When he looked in the mirror, he no longer recognized himself: blonde wig, red corset, heels. And she, smoking on the sofa, was waiting for him with a smile he had never seen before.

He knew he was going to lose before they even started. But giving in right away gave him nothing: the pleasure was in resisting, in forcing the other to wrench victory from him with bites under the full moon.

She smelled the flower that should not have existed, and her body stopped obeying her. Among the trees, someone watched and waited for the exact moment to approach.

I had spent years working among the dead and thought I had seen it all. Until that man, laid out on my steel table, moved when I sank the scalpel into his chest.

Ever since I was a child, balloons both terrified and aroused me. At that birthday party, locked in the bathroom, I discovered how far that contradiction could take me.