In Public

I dropped her two streets from the meeting point, and when she got into the car, she introduced herself as if I were just another passenger. None of us knew what was coming.

I was the one who encouraged her to accept her lover’s proposal. I never imagined she’d come back that dawn surrounded by the memory of strangers.

“A woman like you is worth thousands for one night,” Ingrid said as she fastened the leash around my neck and dragged me inside the club.

We gave her red lingerie and the promise of a night without rules. That very night, among strangers’ bodies, my shy Camila stopped asking permission.

She had been posing beside the convertible for half an hour when the photographer told her to take off her dress. Under the desert sun, she didn't say no.

Damián backed away from the doorway with his pulse racing: what he had just seen among his friends would never leave his memory.

I wake up beside Lorena thinking about everything that’s happened this week, never imagining the last day would hold the most intense surprise of all.

When we crossed the door of that dimly lit club, I knew that night we would share something neither of us would ever forget.

I woke up with Lina rubbing cream into my back; none of us imagined that by that morning at the pool we’d be six bodies with no rules or shame.

Amid the smoke and the crowd’s screams, Soledad no longer knew where she ended and her daughter began. She only knew she didn’t want the night to end.

We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we believed it. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting naked.

Five men, an empty bus, and a route that strayed from its path. I recognized every face and knew I wouldn’t be getting home early that night.

When the whole town slept its siesta, Camila stood in the middle of the empty street, bit her lip, and asked which of the five would go first.

She told her husband she was spending the night at some friends’ house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening as a line formed outside.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers see everything.

In the car, the only light came from a distant streetlamp and a stranger who grabbed my ass the second I closed the door. The night had barely begun.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

When he blindfolded me in the doorway, all I felt was a drop slowly running between my thighs and my heart about to burst out of my chest.

I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.

“Be careful what you wish for,” they say. I wanted it so badly that one night, in the darkness of an empty theater, a stranger showed me what I’d pretended for years not to want.