Fantasy

Every time I’m alone in the house, I repeat the same ritual. And every time, it gets harder to tell the game from what I truly long to be.

When they switched my red collar for a green one, I knew there was no one left to stop those fangs sinking into the most sensitive part of my body.

Surrounded by vampires in that old slaughterhouse, with the green collar choking my neck, I understood my body no longer belonged to me. I could only beg for a few more days.

He spat at the sorceress while two slaves held him down. She smiled, licked the contempt from his cheek, and promised to turn him into her next masterpiece.

They threw him naked into the mud among beasts, and the masked overseer smiled: she knew exactly how long it would take the baron to beg on his knees for a piece of meat.

Before receiving the council, she tugged the leash, and her pet emerged trembling from beneath the table, lost in pure worship.

He crossed walls no one had ever breached, sword in hand, to kill her. She only snapped her fingers, and the hero learned who truly ruled that throne.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the laborers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

When he took off my blindfold, he wasn’t alone in the living room. Six naked men surrounded me, and my boyfriend watched from a corner with a smile.

I walk in wearing the shortest skirt I own and high heels. They’re already on the sofa, waiting for me with their hands ready. And I, nervous, sit right in the middle.

It was her first coven and she was the youngest in the circle. Everyone wanted to touch her, but she only sought the blonde watching her 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.