In Public

I summoned her at six with one condition: a short skirt and the lingerie I chose. I would decide the rest when she walked through the door.

I went up in a robe, barefoot and furious, ready to yell at him. He opened the door, looked me up and down, and I knew I was the one in trouble.

Four purplish marks on my hips were the exact shape of his fingers. I dressed like an impeccable executive, but we both knew who my body already belonged to.

We connected for weeks through a screen, but what if none of that spark remained in person? Then I saw him cross the bar, and my body responded before my mind.

I was the serious guy in the suit and SUV. All it took was for a woman to challenge me with her eyes for the animal inside me to wake up, and that village fair set him loose for good.

I sat in the center of the classroom pretending to be an unconscious patient. No one knew that, with every hand pinning me down, I was falling apart inside thinking of him.

I went out determined to let him see me with other men, but ended up between two cars on an empty street, letting a stranger use me.

I left the gym in the same clothes as always, with every eye on me. That night I understood I no longer wanted to hide how much it excited me to be desired.

I know I should feel ashamed, but at that hour, pressed against bodies I don’t know, I stop pretending the touch is an accident.

I went back to school that afternoon under the excuse of studying in the library, but neither of us was going to open a single book. We were there for them.

It was six in the morning and he was looking at me in the rearview mirror as if he already knew what I was going to let happen. This really happened, and I regret nothing.

We always thought no one could see us. That lie we told ourselves was the beginning of everything that came after, night after night.

The gym was almost empty that Monday. I only wanted a quiet shower, but I walked through the wrong door… and he was already inside, watching me in silence.

Damián came every three days; Adrián showed up Friday on his motorbike. That week I found out just how far I could go when nobody was looking.

My friend promised me a wild costume night. I put on the sexiest outfit in the sex shop and headed out, not imagining what was waiting for me at that bar.

No one at the party suspected a thing: to everyone we were just friends. But that dawn Adrián took the road to the hillside estate, and I knew we were done pretending.

I always told myself my indiscretions were the alcohol’s fault. That morning, sober and in broad daylight, I knew I’d been lying to myself.

I parked beside her car, never guessing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine in the darkest corner of the garage.

I swear this is a real story, one you don’t tell out loud. She appeared from the hedges almost naked, asked me for a light, and everything else just happened.

I’ve always hated public bathrooms, but that day I had no choice. What I never imagined was what I’d find when I ran back for the phone I’d left on top of the water tank.