Forbidden

Three days unable to use the bathroom, a luxury office, and a trans doctor who charged me her own way. What happened inside there isn’t forgotten.

At last his body was in front of me, inches away. My best friend. My man. And I was determined not to let that moment slip away for anything in the world.

Carlos told me he was a dangerous man. He was right. But no one had looked at me like that in months, with that kind of raw hunger that doesn’t know how to hide itself.

When I suggested to Valeria that she share my boyfriend and my brother, she was left speechless. What happened next in the dungeon was impossible to forget.

Valentina said she was going grocery shopping. That afternoon, Nicolás canceled his meeting and came home early. Marcos’s jacket was hanging on the coat rack.

I pushed the door open, holding my breath. He was asleep on his side, the sheet fallen to his waist. If I left then, nothing had happened. I didn’t leave.

When she leaned in front of me at the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wouldn’t be a normal workout.

We invited him home with a promise of no rules. What happened on that sofa that night shattered everything we thought we knew about us.

We’d spent months sharing something forbidden between siblings. That afternoon, while she told me everything with her hands busy, the camera revealed something that would change everything.

She’d been dancing with a stranger on the floor for twenty minutes. When he suggested going up to the bathroom, she said yes without imagining what would happen next.

She asked me to come with her because the bars were full. I joked that watching her would get me hard, and she smiled like she’d been waiting hours for me to say it.

When I crossed the threshold of his office, I knew the crown cost more than smiles and perfect answers. The rector was waiting with a form and a plan.

I went in asking for a wax. I left with trembling legs and my body marked by hands that knew every inch of my skin better than I did.

When the blonde warrior sat on his back, he stopped being a man: he was the living stool where a goddess breakfasted with the queen.

Three days in Paris, four men dead in their beds, and an anonymous message summoned me over the Seine. I never imagined crossing that bridge meant leaving myself behind.

The doctor closed the office door with a calm that was anything but professional. I was on the exam table in a paper gown, and I already knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

Under the golden light of the estate, she smiled while counting the money. She had no idea the next black leather collar was meant for her own neck.

Three months after she dumped me, I saw her kissing someone else in that bar. That same night I walked into a gay bar and began sinking without knowing how far I'd go.

That afternoon she entered the bar as if she’d been waiting for me for hours. What came afterward changed me—not the sex, but what they made me discover.

Thirty candidates, a rector with too much power, and me at thirty-eight with all the experience in the world. I thought I could handle it. I was half right.