Gym

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 chose how, where, and with whom. What he didn’t know is 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 in for nothing more than a dance. I never imagined Marina had been keeping a ten-year-old promise that would pull us both in.

We paid to become the alphas who humiliated us. But Madame Doll always delivers what she promises... never in the way anyone expects.

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

He never dressed up his love with pretty words. He showed it by choosing to be there, looking at me like someone studying a work of art, and telling me the truth without beating around the bush.

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.

When I went down to the hotel gym, I never expected to end the night with swollen knuckles and two broken ribs that weren’t mine. What came afterward was worse.

She was twenty, had a date in three days, and had never touched a man. She asked me for help—and I knew someone willing to be her first lesson.

When she came into the bathroom to leave me a clean towel, I knew something was about to happen. What I didn’t expect was for me to be the one to make the first move that night.

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.

That afternoon, while Sofía tried on lingerie in front of the mirror, my husband and I discovered we had gone months without looking at each other like that.

In the dressing room, Daniela chose the red dress that allowed no underwear. She didn’t know it would make her the obsession of the entire channel.

I had spent years admiring her from the stands. That night, with the coliseum empty and the adrenaline of the match still in my skin, I discovered she had been looking at me too.

She’d spent years winning without feeling anything—until the girl from the stands grew up, returned as her rival, and showed up at her door.