In Public

I wore my new trainers on a Saturday morning, never imagining I’d come home with my leggings wet for reasons that had nothing to do with running.

I went downstairs thinking I was in control. Three hours later, I was just a spectator to something that no longer belonged to me.

I was twenty and had a boyfriend waiting for me at home. That hot afternoon by the pool, I discovered how fiercely the body can burn when you let go.

For weeks I had been masturbating every night, imagining what she was living in her own body. Until one Thursday I stood before the mirror and decided to stop imagining it.

That night we went down twenty-two steps into the basement where the sax was playing. What happened down there still hasn’t been told to anyone.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

She could cloud an entire city with desire, but that night it was Renata who snapped the lock shut, slipped the key into her pocket, and smiled like a lovestruck jailer.

Five of the boss’s friends, a rented house, and a poker game. Diego knew how I’d be dressed on every round; no one knew how the night would end.

I was distracted by my phone when I felt his hands on my ribs. That night in the courtyard, nothing innocent was left between us.

If you’ve never had a good blowjob, you don’t know what I’m talking about. And no, I don’t mean coming in her mouth. I’m going to tell you the secret I discovered by chance.

We thought we were alone in the hidden cove, until I noticed those three wouldn’t take their eyes off us. And we didn’t mind looking back.

My owner planted the idea like a seed: money for my body and a stranger watching every detail. That Tuesday afternoon I went to fulfill it, not knowing how it would end.

We went to Formentera so people could watch her. I never imagined how far she’d be willing to go when that foreigner spread his towel just a few meters from us.

It was an April afternoon. I went out without a bra and in a tiny thong. I had no idea my husband would stop at the abandoned gas station and do that to me.

I told her I wanted something stronger than her, much stronger. She wasn’t shocked. She smiled and said she knew a place where that was possible.

I boarded the catamaran to lose myself for a while. I never imagined I’d end up naked, surrounded, and the one who didn’t want it to stop.

We’d been talking about it for months and never dared. Then a couple invited us to a liberal spa one May afternoon, and Sofía walked through that door before I did.

Noelia looked at us over her glass of cava and asked the question no one expected: how did we manage our sex life after so many years together?

A patient hand came out from between the bars and stroked my stomach, unhurried. My husband undid one button on my shirt to make room for it.

I’d given her permission to let them watch us. What I didn’t expect was for her to pull the curtain herself and move my hand aside to put hers there.