Fantasy

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 Doll always delivers what she promises... never in the way anyone expects.

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.

There were no panties, no shoes, and no movie left unfinished. Only the dress she had almost rejected and the look with which he awaited her in the shadows.

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 had spent a month and a half caged at Bruna’s command. That morning, when the key finally turned, not even the whole neighborhood could hold back what was unleashed.

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 asked for help getting to the restroom in that impossible suit. What she did after she closed the door behind us wasn’t in my contract.

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.

Every morning she walked into the building knowing that in her hands lay the fate of every man who crossed that door. And she loved it.

Every morning I put on my shackles before I head out to the fields. No one forces me: I do it because the weight of the chain on my ankles is the only thing that makes me feel alive.

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.

It started as an admirer’s email about my stories. It ended with me hiding her photos, aching to cross an ocean just to touch her once.

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.

She left her panties on the nightstand like every night. But this time I went into her room without warning and found something that changed everything between us.

I was alone in my friend’s apartment when I saw her sandals beside the sofa. I knew I shouldn’t touch them, but that night I discovered what I was capable of for a secret craving I had never confessed.

They weren’t mine, and that was exactly what made them irresistible. I picked them up off the laundry-room floor knowing that night I would do everything with them I’d spent months imagining.

I thought I was only going to watch the filming of Europe’s dirtiest movie. They hadn’t told me about the two seats—or the woman occupying the one beside me.