Room 507 and the Two Strangers Who Subjugated Me
I opened the door expecting one man. There were two—and they brought a backpack with everything they needed to turn me into their toy for hours.
I opened the door expecting one man. There were two—and they brought a backpack with everything they needed to turn me into their toy for hours.
I never imagined a night of dominoes with two friends would end like this. When they both looked at me at the same time, I knew the air had changed.
He took my jaw in one hand and looked me straight in the eyes. He was my cousin. We were family. And neither of us backed down.
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.
I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.
Put your foot beside mine, he said. Then your arm. Then your hand. And then I understood we weren’t comparing anything.
When the whole village found out, there was no turning back. I fell in love with him knowing I’d have to let him go. And that night was our last together.
When I got out of the shower, Sebastián had the pink garments in his hand and that steady look I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.
My friends don’t understand why I go back to that nowhere village every year. If they saw what’s in my gallery, they wouldn’t need to ask.
Marcos had the body I had at his age. That night, with everyone asleep, I knew something more than heat was keeping us apart in that narrow bed.
I was wandering aimlessly when he lifted his head from a second-floor window and held my gaze as if he knew, before I did, that we’d end up tangled in his sheets.
The night breeze, two lit joints, and the certainty that everyone was asleep. All that was left was for one of us to say aloud what we were both thinking.
He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.