In Public

I had been preparing that day for months: the wig, the dress, the lubricant. I thought I was alone at the abandoned lookout. The guard disagreed.

When she came back from the bathroom without any panties on, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to erase.

Marcos signed the contract without reading it. By the time they locked him under the Club Ónix toilet, it was too late to turn back.

Lorena had a reputation for liking women. I never paid it any mind until that spring morning when we ended up trapped together.

Rodrigo went pale and pulled the phone away. I knew exactly what had happened before he even opened his mouth to explain.

When his mother came down the stairs in that tight dress, Marcos knew that trip to the movies was not going to end the way he expected.

The shop was empty and the boy was young. I’d been imagining that exact moment for days, and I had no intention of wasting it.

She had a boyfriend. She said she was straight. And yet that afternoon at the hotel pool, her foot found mine under the water and I didn’t pull away.

Vera went to the pool to escape the July heat and ended up finding Noa, the lifeguard, waiting with the gates already locked and her eyes already on her.

I boarded the plane with a hard cock, just like every day since I can remember. What I never imagined was that that priestess would change my life in one night.

I’d been glancing at him for half an hour when he spoke to me. Behind the rocks, neither of us had any intention of getting dressed again for the rest of the afternoon.

He came back from his evening run and found her in the dunes. She wasn’t alone. She never had been.