Lesbian

When I went down the stairs naked, my sister-in-law still didn't know what kind of surprise my father-in-law had prepared for her that night.

I went to return the five hundred pesos she’d slipped into my folder. I didn’t expect to find her crying, or to stay until six in the morning.

The night I saw that girl come out of Sister Graciela’s room, I should have kept walking. Instead, I stayed. And that changed everything.

Valeria had just landed her first contract in the adult industry. Her mother had a surprise waiting at their usual motel, the same room where it all began.

She opened the door in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. I knew that dinner wouldn’t be like the others, but I couldn’t imagine how far we’d go.

I was cleaning the offices in the hallway when I found her alone, with an open neckline and a tense neck. I offered her a massage. Neither of us thought we’d go that far.

It had only been days since Luciana’s bisexual debut, and she was already asking for more. What we planned that night in Buenos Aires changed everything for her.

When she locked the door and moved behind me, I knew that grade review was not going to end the way I expected.

It was when she asked me to unzip her dress. That was all. Then I locked the door and everything changed.

Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.

She whispered in my ear that tonight was only for girls. I should have left. Instead, something in me decided to stay.

Marcos introduced her with a knowing smile. I looked her up and down and knew at once that behind that prim façade was something dying to be set free.

When I saw her cross the terrace with that expression I know by heart, I knew words wouldn’t be enough. Luckily, she had brought her favorite weapon in her bag.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.

She came intending to tell Elena she wouldn’t come back. She rode up in the elevator repeating it to herself. But when Elena crossed the room toward her, everything she had rehearsed came apart.

Daniela was twenty, lived on the fourth floor, and had never been with a woman. That day, all of that changed at once.

When she came over to me at the bar, I knew that woman was going to do whatever she wanted with me. And I wanted exactly that.

After months in captivity, the last thing Valeria expected was for Sofía herself to ask to be bound. But that’s how that first night began.

We had planned Saturday, but she called on Friday: come tonight, I’m anxious. When she opened the door, I could no longer pretend this wasn’t serious.