I Touched Myself Alone in the Park at Midnight
I woke in the middle of the night with my body on fire and went out to the park in a camisole, nothing underneath. Every breeze was a caress. Every streetlamp, a silent witness.
I woke in the middle of the night with my body on fire and went out to the park in a camisole, nothing underneath. Every breeze was a caress. Every streetlamp, a silent witness.
I’d wanted her in silence for months, reading her private messages, following her every move. When I met her at the hotel wearing a mask, she had no idea it was me.
I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.
I pressed my ear to my mother’s bedroom door, and from that night on I couldn’t stop watching. What I discovered changed me forever.
When I went into my room, I found her sitting in the corner, naked, her head tilted and a question in her eyes that neither of us expected.
Sergio left and Marcos took me to the pool. There was something in his look that wasn’t for Sofía. It was for me, and I shouldn’t have let it be that way.
When the system blinked green and the screen sharpened, the last thing I expected was Camila approaching the armchair where my husband read the paper, completely naked.
Living under the same roof with two hungry men and being the only woman in the house has its consequences.
When I opened my door to that silent giant apologizing before he even spoke, I knew my father had just dragged me into the hottest, most absurd mess imaginable.
We’d spent years in silence and cold dinners. When he came to fix the fireplace, something broke in me. And I let it happen.
When I opened his gallery to clean the camera, I found hundreds of photos of me. I thought about leaving. Then I saw what was under his pants and changed my mind.
When the hot water wrapped around us and she entered the bath naked, I knew that business trip would be different from all the others.
I always carried my girl things in my bag, just in case. That day I knew the “just in case” had finally arrived.
Matías had been looking at me differently for weeks. When he finally said it out loud, the floor disappeared beneath my feet. It was forbidden.
Marcos introduced Lucía as his wife in front of the bartender. She was Diego’s wife. No one corrected him. That’s how the night began.
I knew nothing could ever happen between Don Rodrigo and me. But I found a way to make it real, even if only once, even if no one else knew.
My mother-in-law never knew the mirror she thanked me for was my private window into her, every night my wife slept in front of the TV.
I knew before I left what I was going to do. I got into the first truck that stopped and understood that day wasn’t going to end soon.
I’d been crossing paths with him in that house for years. I knew how he looked at me, I knew what I felt every time he brushed against me. That afternoon I stopped pretending I didn’t want him.
They presented her to the house like one more of them, but when the Master’s bedroom door closed behind her, Elena knew nothing had prepared her for this.