My First Time with a Stranger by the River
When Marcos told me about the man who bathed naked by the riverbank, I couldn’t get him out of my head. That night I went to see for myself.
When Marcos told me about the man who bathed naked by the riverbank, I couldn’t get him out of my head. That night I went to see for myself.
When she came into my room that night, wearing nothing, I knew it wasn’t just because she was afraid of the thunder. My mother knew everything. And so did I.
He arrives, turns me around, and pulls down my pants. Without saying a word. That’s how it began, and that’s how it’s worked ever since.
Four weeks watching her move between the tables, wanting what I didn’t dare name. After that, nothing was ever the same.
Claudia thought of herself as a respectable, religious, faithful mother. But that afternoon, kneeling in front of her own son, she understood she could no longer ignore the darkness in her.
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.
I saw her alone in the café for weeks: voluptuous, pretty, with a body her clothes couldn’t hide. When she confessed she’d gone months without sex, I knew something was about to happen.
I knew exactly what would happen when I entered that room with him. I knew it, and still I closed the door. My husband was away, and there was too much tequila in my veins.
The creature isn’t hunting you. It only watches you run and waits for you to run out of strength. It has known from the beginning how this ends.
The key turned in the lock at the worst possible moment. Or the best. Dad didn’t even stop when my uncle appeared in the doorway and saw us.
The teachers’ lounge seemed empty at that hour. I pushed the door open without knocking and there she was on the sofa, completely lost in herself.
When I heard the door opening, I knew it was my son. It was already too late to stop what was happening, and I didn’t want to.
When I reviewed the footage from the cameras she didn’t know existed, I saw my wife with him. In our bed. And instead of getting furious, I felt something dark I hadn’t expected.
Rodrigo opened the door and found his neighbor in the hallway, teary-eyed, her dress tight. What she asked him for minutes later had no name.
Adrián offered to drive me home with my guitar. I should have said no. But there was something in the way he looked at me that wouldn’t let me answer.
The August heat crushed the apartment courtyard, and Adrián couldn’t take his eyes off the window opposite. Mrs. Valverde had no idea she was being watched.
He entered the cave thinking of war. The seer awaited him with his queen’s face, her gown barely covering her body, and a promise in her eyes that was more than a vision.
When I lock the door, I open the drawer, take out the perfume he chose for me, and become who I really am. Only he knows.
To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.