In Public

I’d spent the whole morning imagining being caught. I didn’t expect it to be the professor I’d been thinking forbidden things about for months.

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.

I went up to his landing in jeans that showed everything and my heart in my throat. No one answered. When I gave up, the elevator doors opened and there he was.

Two years had passed. He came in holding his nephew’s hand, sat three tables from mine, and without saying a word started reminding me of everything we were.

I always say I’m shy, but the truth is nothing turns me on more than the possibility that someone will open the door at the worst possible moment.

A hallway bulb gave out and went dark. In the dimness, her hands circled my waist and I knew she’d been waiting years for that moment without daring to name it.

One look from Renata was enough for me to understand: she’d seen everything the previous afternoon and now wanted her share, with no chance to refuse.

Cris opened the fitting-room curtain half-dressed and I, instead of backing away, knelt down. What happened next changed everything that followed with Hugo.

All he had to do was watch. No touching, no talking. But when she slid her panties to the floor of the carriage, he no longer knew where to look.

Behind each of the three holes there could have been anyone. I couldn’t see a thing. I only felt hands, mouths, and a familiar gaze watching me from the other side.

I wore the red dress with nothing underneath. He walked behind me with his phone on, and every stare that lingered on me ended up saved in his gallery.

I handed him the folded note and a condom without saying a word. He read it, looked me over, and only said: come with me. I wasn’t thinking clearly again for hours.

I sent a photo of my open pussy from the café bathroom. What happened next, in front of that picture window, still makes my legs shake.

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 wore the skirt under my pants, got into the car, and let him decide my name. That night I stopped pretending to be someone I wasn’t.

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.

There are things a woman never tells anyone. This is the one I kept for years, the one that still makes me tremble when I pass that cinema.

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.