Forbidden

Whenever the house was empty, I closed the door to their bedroom, opened her secret drawer, and lost myself smelling, sucking, and moaning alone.

I pretended to be scandalized, but I had spent years getting wet at the thought of spreading my legs in front of my husband and a stranger.

She threw me out of her bed at dawn, but in the kitchen she looked at me differently—and I knew she still wanted me to make her misbehave.

I went into that empty construction site out of curiosity and came out with my mouth full, my legs trembling, and wanting the next one to come in.

Everything changed the night she ordered me to look her in the eyes, obey without arguing, and accept that control would be hers.

It began with an awkward argument in the car, but in the cinema line an unknown woman changed everything with a tension no one was supposed to notice.

I woke with a stranger’s mouth between my legs, and when I opened my eyes, I realized the two sisters had already decided how my day would unfold.

Diego slept facedown. I stared at the ceiling with my hand between my legs, returning in my mind to that night in the back room of Rocco’s bar.

The first time, I only wanted to calm him down so he wouldn’t leave the house, but when I had him naked beneath my hands, I realized how much mature men aroused me.

He entered the office defeated, and I only wanted to comfort him; I never imagined he'd end up on his knees between my legs.

After the goodbye kiss, I swore it would end there. But the next day he showed up at my house with a smile and a hunger to fuck me.

She went down to take out the garbage in a sheer nightgown with no bra and took ten minutes to return. When I heard her in the shower, I knew something had broken forever.

They closed the tower doors to talk, but when their hands touched, political tension became an impossible need to stop.

When she told me she wanted to practice with me before attending a workshop, I knew that night would be unlike any other.

I entered her house with two old VHS tapes and left with signed cases, a burning face, and the memory of her body trembling against the wall.

When she came home with tousled hair and a smile that wasn’t meant for me, I knew our kitchen pact had passed the point of no return.

My friend went off with his girlfriend and left me alone with his mother; when the door closed, the tension in the kitchen changed completely.

Every time we swore we'd end it, one look was enough to leave us locked away again, sweating and fucking as if we hated each other.

First they filmed me masturbating; then my mother discovered that the sin in that house wasn’t desire, but who pretended not to have it.

In the early hours, I felt her return to bed, breathing hard. When I turned around, I saw her touching herself beneath the sheet, thinking I was asleep.