Forbidden

I took off my ring before getting into the water. I didn’t want any souvenir photo to give me away, or for him to get ideas that weren’t his to have.

Marisol couldn’t sleep. She left the hut, leaving Gonzalo among dreams, and walked to the campfire, where the silent guide was waiting. That night she would cross a point of no return.

Every insult that masked stranger shouted was aimed at one person only: the man sleeping beside me, who believed I was his.

He wasn’t looking at the frescoes: he was looking at her, as if she were the material he had to break. And for the first time, she wanted something in her life to come crashing down.

It’s been seven years since we signed the divorce papers and I never stopped looking for him. What I miss isn’t him: it’s what he does to me when no one else is watching.

I bought a tiny bikini without letting her choose it, counted the hours until dawn, and lay down on the small mattress, praying she’d stay alone with him.

Aitor bragged that no woman could resist him, and his elderly neighbor listened with amusement… until the boy revealed who he planned to seduce next.

I accepted the massage out of curiosity and because of the heat of his hands. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d be willing to pay before his alarm went off.

For two years she gave her body every Friday to keep her husband alive. Now he’s coming home, and she won’t give up the cell that set her free.

For her, it’s just affection, a way of taking care of him. For him, it’s love. And between them grows a secret that beats every night just a few feet from her sleeping boyfriend.

He only came to use our computer on a rainy afternoon. But he showed me a program that could strip anyone naked, and without thinking, I asked him to try it on me.

I told him to strip too. It was only fair: he’d already seen me naked on the screen and I’d spent the whole afternoon pretending to be technically curious.

I told him I wouldn’t touch him, that he should only look. But every folder he opened on the screen pushed me a little closer to crossing the line we’d been skirting for months.

Five years later I saw her pushing a cart with a little girl inside. She lowered her eyes and ran off. Neither of us wanted to remember what we shot together.

I kissed him in the car before going into the party, never imagining that inside I’d find the last person I wanted to see: my own father.

When my mother opened the door and I saw who was coming in for dinner, my blood ran cold: it was the man I’d been secretly sleeping with for two months.

Everyone at the clinic thought he was crazy. In the dark hallway, he grabbed my arm and told me I was the queen his kingdom needed.

She had spent months imagining his hands, his cologne, his voice. She never thought a storm would be enough to make them stop pretending they didn’t want each other.

The cock that had left her trembling on Saturday belonged to the man who would sign her evaluations on Monday. And neither of them planned to stop.

I never knew my grandfather, but his final will tied me to a woman I didn’t expect and to a house where everything ended up changing.