Lesbian

We’d been stealing looks for weeks in the corridor. She was married, I knew I shouldn’t. But the night we were left alone to close, everything we’d held back no longer fit.

I was naked when I heard the music. I turned and there was Sofía, kneeling with a little box in her hands and tears in her eyes.

While Marina was fucking me with the harness, she asked if I would take her as my wife. I said yes between moans. I never thought a proposal could feel like that.

Nadia squeezed my hand before we went in. I thought: either we get fired or we get married. We came out with a wedding date and an urgent desire to celebrate.

I told her I wanted to kiss her right there in the street, no matter who was watching. She threw off the sheets, began touching herself, and stared at me. The shopping could wait.

We had our last free days before the wedding. Naked at home, drinking mate, planning the ceremony, and reminding each other why we’d chosen one another.

The zipper opened and two heads appeared as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. We weren’t surprised. We didn’t cover up either.

I wasn’t a lesbian, and my wedding was six weeks away. But that night in the hotel, Elena showed me everything I had never wanted to admit.

Ten years of widowhood and silence. Until one night I saw light under her door and went closer. What I found on the other side changed everything between us.

When the commander’s voice froze them in place, Vera knew nothing on that ship would ever be the same. What she didn’t know was that he’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

I caught her naked in bed, with two fingers buried in her cunt. What I didn’t expect was for my own mother to show up and join the game without asking.

In the airport bar, only one seat was free. I took it, not knowing that the redhead across from me was about to destroy my entire life.

Valentina was lying on the bed in a turquoise top and lace panties. When she looked at me with that smile, something inside me broke.

The fourth round of daiquiris lowered everyone’s defenses, but nobody expected Daniela’s confession to end with all of us tangled up on the living-room rug.

Daniela’s voice narrated the locker-room encounter while, around her, her friends’ bodies tangled shamelessly and without limits.

I walked into her room with a tray and came out a different person. Sofía was twenty, and she already knew more about me than I knew about myself.

She arrived looking at the floor, buttoned to the neck. It was she who gave the instructions as soon as they closed the door to room six.

The first time I was fifteen. I got home early and found the two of them in the bedroom. Sandra face down on the bed, Mom massaging her back. They were both laughing softly.

When Vera looked at me that night, I knew something in me was about to break. Not from fear, but from a desire I had never wanted to admit.

I’m twenty-eight years old and I have a list of fantasies I almost never tell anyone. This is my full confession, unfiltered.