Forbidden

I didn’t find him attractive, but feeling desired turned me on. When he climbed onto the stool to check the fan, I knew exactly how I’d repay him.

I opened his bedroom door expecting to find him asleep. What I saw brought back memories I thought were buried, and I couldn’t bring myself to turn away.

He came up behind my son with Bruno pressed against my back, holding my breath. I knew it was wrong, and that was exactly why I couldn’t stop.

It had been less than five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

When she told him she was “hanging in there,” Tino understood that word weighed the same as his own: years of cold sheets. And in the middle of the street, they decided to fix it.

I’d spent years swallowing her taunts and playing the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony facing the sea, something inside me broke.

I never imagined that the elegant, serene woman who raised me was hiding, at two in the morning, another completely different woman on the living-room sofa.

I went down to the living room half asleep and found her on the floor in leggings, following a video. Then she turned her head, smiled, and asked if I wanted to join her.

They thought they were paying a price for one night. Ariadna discovered something else: being in charge felt too good to ever go back.

There were twenty photos and a video hidden in a folder with a single letter. I opened it expecting anything but what I was about to see.

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

I invited him to teach me how to defend myself. By the time my father returned, my uncle would already have learned that one gesture from me was enough to put him on his knees.

I thought my secret was safe behind a half-open door. I never imagined she’d end up holding my fate clenched in her fist.

I caught him masturbating alone and should have run out in shame. Instead I stayed, barefoot before him, waiting for him to tell me what to do with my body.

I woke up bound, gagged, and blind, not knowing where I was or how much time had passed. I knew only one thing: the woman I had been no longer existed.

I was looking for silence and a garden. What I found was an entire family ready to share me, one after another, without any of them knowing about the others.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.

The owner insisted she take off her bra to try on the strapless dress. What Mariana didn’t expect was to see her mother nod in approval at every order.

Every morning she watched her come out of the kitchen in a nightgown clinging to her body and settled for crumbs. Until the coffee grove left them alone all day.

I was soaping myself when the curtain opened and there she was, smiling, not a stitch on, determined not to leave even when I told her to.

Mariana had never kissed another woman until that night. She came home trembling with desire, never imagining her stepsister was watching her in the dark.

They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.

When I pinned her head between my thighs, I expected her to resist. Instead, I felt her hot breath against my panties and heard a low moan.

Renata called me to ask for a favor, but the one who left me breathless that afternoon was the woman who finished cleaning and waited for me by the elevator.

For months I’d felt her searching for me in the crowd during the sermon. That Sunday I decided to follow her home and find out what that look was hiding.

She caught me with my hand inside my pants, staring at her through the crack in the door. Instead of shouting, she smiled and told me she had a lot to teach me.

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.

Carolina had never told anyone what she secretly wanted. That night, with the house to themselves, she decided her sister-in-law would be the first to hear it... and more.

Twenty years separated Mariana from her teacher, but when that hand paused on her hip during rehearsal, she knew she was being looked at differently.

I met her on the excursions, exotic and self-assured. I never imagined that one comment from her by the pool would end with me naked in my husband’s room.

I thought I had her cornered against the wall. It took me a second to understand that the only one trapped in that empty house was me.

Two glasses of wine, a silk robe, and the doorbell at ten p.m. It was Ernesto, and that look in his eyes said he hadn’t come to ask for sugar.

Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She opened it anyway. And what she found destroyed her in two ways.

She stepped into the bathtub with no intention of cleaning herself. She only wanted to relive every second of that afternoon before her husband walked through the door.

She doesn’t know that when I go out “to see a friend,” I come back smelling like another man. I’ve been living like this for three months, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

Andrés used to tell me the neighbor watched us too much. He was right. But that August afternoon, when the doorbell rang and I went to open it, I was glad he wasn’t home.

I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.

Matías had been looking at me differently for weeks. When he finally said it out loud, the floor disappeared beneath my feet. It was forbidden.

I’d been crossing paths with him in that house for years. I knew how he looked at me, I knew what I felt every time he brushed against me. That afternoon I stopped pretending I didn’t want him.

Three days later, he got to the club early. She arrived last, closed the door, and the click of that latch was the only sign they needed.

The first time I saw him I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.

No one spoke about what happened that week. It wasn’t necessary. The three of us knew something between us had changed forever.

I knelt before her on the patio floor, her sneakers in my hands and her gaze fixed on me. The taste was the least of it.

The garden was dark when Marcos dragged me behind the hedges. What followed, amid champagne and bodies, was nobody’s plan.

I parked a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The lights were off, but from the back of the house came laughter that didn’t fit any quiet gathering.

When I first saw my lover's son, I knew he'd be trouble. I didn't imagine that same afternoon he'd be sending me intimate photos pretending to be his father.

The gas was almost invisible, but its effects were not. In seconds, the uniform stopped being armor and became something that burned the skin from the inside.

I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.

My friends don’t understand why I go back to that nowhere village every year. If they saw what’s in my gallery, they wouldn’t need to ask.

I saw him first in the locker room and knew I wanted him for myself. Weeks later, I was on my knees before him in his own apartment.

Four men paid to use me in a storehouse. My daughter controlled the door. That night I stopped being who I was.

She wore only a long coat and high heels. Her only plan was to feel strangers’ eyes roaming over her body while she pretended to shop.

Rodrigo had two fingers inside me when Mom came out of the bathroom. What happened next nobody had planned.

Rodrigo didn’t make her leave when she stayed till the end. Sofía didn’t want to ask her to. All three of them knew it, unspoken, from the moment the ballroom doors closed.

He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.

Sofía pulled out the clothes her husband had never seen from the back of the closet. Her daughter did the same. That night they went out together to find what was missing at home.