Forbidden

Diego was touching himself while thinking of Nadia when his desire opened a door sealed for eighteen hundred years. What crossed through was hungry, and the city would be its feast.

“I was expecting you today,” she said, and Tomás realized their chance reunion was anything but accidental.

I never told my partner. But when I close my eyes, I’m no longer the one in control: someone comes in, holds me down, and my body stops obeying me.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I put on the gown the wrong way. What I didn’t know was how far that stranger would let himself explore me that afternoon.

I crossed the threshold without underwear, just as she had ordered. What I didn’t know was that on the other side of the door, a face I knew far too well was waiting for me.

I locked my office door, opened the day’s video, and saw my wife biting her lip while he hugged her from behind in the kitchen.

She got out of the car with her jacket half open, and I knew that night I wouldn’t hold back. She’d said we shouldn’t; I’d already decided otherwise.

She’d spent years scrubbing other people’s houses with a polite smile, but that afternoon, on her knees over the marble, she discovered how much she needed to be treated like an object.

I opened my eyes and didn’t recognize the room: only the weight of hands on my skin and the certainty that that morning belonged to others.

Every night I go down to the dungeons with bread and water. Last night, the woman chained to the column was waiting for me naked, with an order on her lips I couldn’t refuse.

I wasn’t created to feel, but he insisted on breaking every lock in my programming until my first original word was his name.

I came in smelling like someone else and didn’t even say hello. The next day he came into my room, locked the door, and took off his belt without saying a word.

I blush just thinking that you’re going to read this, but he ordered me to: I must tell, without hiding anything, how I learned to kneel and give thanks.

I went up in a robe, barefoot and furious, ready to yell at him. He opened the door, looked me up and down, and I knew I was the one in trouble.

A comment at the office was enough for him to decide his wife would go into surgery. Not for the baby: to remain the sole owner of her body.

At twenty-nine she still had a good girl’s face, but that morning she walked into my office knowing exactly what she’d have to do for her father to sleep at home.

I agreed to go have coffee with my friend's boyfriend. When he opened the door to that room, I realized there was no coffee waiting for me.

I went down to the kitchen in my pajamas, with nothing underneath, knowing he’d be awake. The tension had been building for days, and that night I decided I wasn’t holding back anymore.

We exchanged glances at the pool all afternoon. When I went upstairs for water and he followed me in, I knew there was no turning back.