Gym

When Marina led them to the sofa and told them to start nice and slow, I knew that dinner with the gym couple would not end like any other night.

Marcos and Nadia had only ever done it with us. That night, blindfolded and with the neighbors on the way, they would discover how far they were willing to go.

I had just enough budget, and my boyfriend offered me his aunt’s house. What I didn’t know was that his cousin would turn that week into something I never told him about.

He climbed those five floors to confront his girlfriend’s mother. He had no idea her husband was home, or what proposal would come out of his mouth that afternoon.

Bruno’s curiosity awakened something in me I could no longer control: I wanted my trainer to touch me for real, not just in my words.

Ten years of marriage collapsed over a gold earring left on the passenger seat. Carla decided divorce wouldn’t be the end, but only the beginning.

I didn’t shower before going back home. I wanted my boyfriend to feel the gym sweat on my skin and the trace of another man, and not have the courage to ask whose it was.

The drive to the gym didn’t account for eighty extra kilometers every Thursday. That number was the first thread of a truth that would end up exciting me more than destroying me.

When that stranger’s fist put my boyfriend on the canvas, I knew I was about to do something I could never fully regret.

I had the pen in my hand and a lifetime of debt on the table. All he asked in return was that I leave my pride at the door.

The rule was simple: when the elevator doors closed, I stopped being a person and became part of his furniture.

On a Friday at ten, the gym was nearly empty and a guy who was loading twice what I was on the bench beside me. One look in the mirror was enough to send everything off the rails.

He thought he was alone under the water, until an arm circled his neck from behind and a rough voice whispered in his ear what was already obvious.

We were alone in the weights room when he took off his shirt and told me to touch. I never imagined how far we’d go after closing the locker room door.

The moment he heard the key turn in the lock, Nico knew his cousin’s arrival was going to change everything, even if neither of them said it aloud.

He took off his sweat-soaked shirt in front of me, not knowing I’d heard everything from the shower. What I offered him that afternoon changed his idea of pleasure.

I hadn’t thought about my own body in ten years. It only took that masseur digging his fingers into my back for something I thought impossible to start waking up.

At thirty-three, with an athlete's body and a secret he'd been smothering half his life, one boy walks into his shop and looks at him without fear.

I knew that the moment I crossed his door there’d be no turning back: today I was going to let him do me for real, and I’d spent the whole week imagining it.

Half a million euros for five days in the Caribbean with a stranger. Bruno wasn’t gay, but debts don’t care about labels—and a private jet was waiting.