Gym

I came home from the gym burning up, stripped in front of the mirror, and knew that shower wasn’t going to be like the others: a freshly opened package was waiting for me.

I closed my eyes thinking I was alone. When I felt the shadow at the door, it was already too late to pretend I wasn’t thinking about him.

I thought I had the jacuzzi to myself. With two guys watching me from the sauna, my imagination ran wild and my hands kept pace.

I promised myself I wouldn’t touch myself until I got home, but between work, the gym, and one way-too-hot stranger, my body had other plans.

Nadia had spent years alone, training so she wouldn’t have to think. Her nephew was the only one who looked at her as a woman, and that hungover afternoon they both stopped pretending.

I agreed to my husband’s fantasy on one condition: I would choose how, where, and with whom. What he didn’t know was that I already had someone in mind.

I closed my eyes to imagine him watching me. When hands grabbed my waist from behind, I thought I knew whose they were. I was completely wrong.

My wife had already chosen her next conquest. What neither of us imagined was that the ending would start with me, alone with him, under the hot water of the locker room.

That night by the pool, I thought I was only in for a dance. I never imagined Marina had spent ten years guarding a promise that would drag us both in.

We paid to become the alphas who humiliated us. But Madame Muñeca always keeps her promises... never in the way you expect.

I lowered the phone screen thinking we’d only chat, but what I saw in her bed that night changed everything I thought I wanted.

For twenty years I pretended I was satisfied. The night I stopped, I discovered that an experienced woman can be far more frightening than a young girl.

She laughed at them, naked and victorious, convinced she had used them. She never saw the hatred grow in their eyes until it was too late.

I lay naked on the table on purpose, not covering myself, just to see what he’d do when he came in with the hot oil.

I walked into the locker room without thinking and came out with my legs shaking, looking at those naked women like I had never looked at anyone in my life.

For years I’d watched my wife be flirted with at every gym gathering. That night, with the air already heated, it stopped being a game while I watched everything from the armchair.

I got off the bus hot-headed and tight in my pants. I knew what I was going to the vacant lot for, but not that I’d get fucked three times in a row.

Diego always turned me on and I avoided him because of my boyfriend. Until that afternoon he took me to the gym sauna and I realized I couldn't keep lying to myself.

I always trained alone, in silence, never looking at anyone. He’d been watching me for three months, and I found out when it was already too late to walk away.