First Time

At first there were only clumsy kisses and caresses over clothing; then he began asking me to let him watch me and show more and more.

I went to that party swearing I wouldn't do anything, but when I was alone with him, I knew I wouldn't leave that room with a clean mouth.

I thought I’d rented an ordinary room—until I discovered what kind of couple slept across the hall.

We went just to look, or so we said before sitting on that sofa and feeling too many hands where they shouldn’t be.

I'd spent months fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When Damián finally left that night, my wife turned to Rubén with an expression I'd only ever seen in bed.

When I saw the size of his dick in that room, I knew that night would be nothing like any of my other adventures.

I was twenty-three when I went to spend my vacation with Aunt Renata—and one night I understood why she’d been looking at me differently since Sunday dinner.

When he pulled that pink plug from his drawer, I understood that my curiosity about pain was about to cross a line I could never forget.

I closed the bathroom window so I wouldn't repeat my mistake, but when someone knocked on the glass, I knew he had been thinking about me all night too.

I wasn’t ready for him to penetrate me, but when I pulled down his zipper and saw him hard in front of me, I knew I was about to cross another line.

It all began on the stairs, with questions that were far too intimate and a curiosity that soon turned into pure horniness.

When she agreed to let me test her before her first date, I knew there was no turning back.

When I climbed down from the wall, he was waiting with his cock in his hand and a calm smile, as if he knew exactly what I was going to do.

I went in to say I had arrived for class and found her crying under the water; when she looked at me, her order was simple: “Take off your clothes.”

When I knelt before her, I thought I could take it. Half an hour later, her foot was on my face, and I no longer knew where my will ended.

I never forgot the afternoon when her fingers left the keys, moved down my stomach, and made me come without stopping the lesson.

I closed the door, kissed him against the wall, and knew that night I wasn’t giving him dinner: I was giving him the filthiest gift he’d been silently asking for.