Fantasy

The alarm went off at ten and I wasn’t getting up. What I didn’t know was that that Saturday I’d discover how much I can want myself when no one is watching.

I thought I had the jacuzzi to myself. With two guys watching me from the sauna, my imagination ran wild and my hands kept pace.

No man ever made me finish. I found that out late, after years of other people’s hands and faked orgasms: the only body that knew exactly what mine wanted was my own.

I went into his room to tidy up like any mother. I came out knowing my own son desired me, and that part of me had been waiting for exactly that for months.

The moment the elevator closes, my sister kisses me like she’s been waiting all week for it. And the truth is, we both have.

I called my psychologist because I’d been burning all day. Her voice convinced me that no desire was a sin, not even what I felt for Diego.

She took my hand on the kitchen table, looked at me hard, and said what she’d been thinking for weeks. I only managed to stand up and pace in circles.

I drove toward the cliff determined to end everything. What I found in the lagoon’s icy water gave me back my will to live, and something I never imagined.

The phrase we always whispered in bed was spoken in a low voice in front of a real man. And this time I wasn’t going to let it stay a fantasy.

As soon as we closed the door, we came at each other urgently. Then he asked me in my ear if I could picture the two of us together, and that night changed everything.

We paid to become the alphas who humiliated us. But Madame Muñeca always keeps her promises... never in the way you expect.

No one had ever taught me to desire myself. That morning, with the house empty and the light coming in through the window, I taught myself.

We’ve been together for years, and there’s still something I don’t dare ask her for. Every time she kneels in front of me, the fantasy returns and I struggle to stay silent.

She left the trunks on the bed and ordered me to try on every garment. That night I understood the journey was not a destination, but a test of how much I belonged to her.

I’d entered her tower to settle an old debt. What I hadn’t expected was to stand frozen behind the curtain, holding my breath, unable to look away.

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.

When we created the profile, we weren’t looking for blind sex, but for someone who understood us. Diego and Valeria wrote to us one night, and everything changed.

I was alone in my friend’s apartment when I saw her sandals by the sofa. I knew I shouldn’t touch them, but that night I found out what I’d do for a secret I’d never confess.

At ten sharp I walk into the boardroom and, while the boss talks numbers, my head goes to a place where she and I don’t obey any rules.

I don’t know who you are or where you are, but as I write this I imagine you reading me, and that idea is exactly what’s soaking my thong.