Lesbian

It began in the university courtyard, when a punch left me breathless and I felt something beyond pain. After that, I couldn’t stop seeking it.

They had planned it for weeks. The dark room, the ropes, and Vera waiting for them with that smile promising nothing easy or safe.

I was fifteen when I caught them the first time. Now, at twenty-two, I can’t look at those memories the same way.

I’d been fantasizing about her for months. When she came down from the stage and put her mouth on mine, I understood that fantasy was never going to disappear.

She sat on the bench and held out her feet without saying a word. Only her eyes spoke, and what they said left no room for choice.

The message said: “How about sharing you with a couple?” I laughed. But something in those words sparked a curiosity I didn’t know I had.

Nadia arrived that morning with a bag of soft drinks and very short jeans. We hadn’t been alone together in years. I didn’t know that was about to change.

I closed the fridge slowly, a syringe in my hand. Only I knew what I was about to do in that kitchen.

When the stage lights hit her, I stopped seeing her as my friend. I only saw the woman I’d wanted for years without daring to tell her.

Her avatar sat down beside mine on that pixelated terrace, and something in her voice made me stay until five in the morning.

After two hours of staring at the ceiling, I decided I wasn’t going to keep waiting. I moved in behind her and started where the process always ends.

When Daniela brought her friend to the back room, she thought she was introducing her to the place. She had no idea the innocent woman already knew it by heart.

There were seven women in that apartment, the wine had done its work, and Camila started talking. None of us expected what she confessed that night.

Four powerful men dead in the same way. All naked, exhausted. Someone chose them, seduced them, and took them to the exact limit before the end.

She was thirty-six weeks pregnant and I was alone with her all week. No one knew what crossed my mind every time I helped her.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

At sixty-three, after a decade of masturbating alone, I never expected the girl in the spare room to change everything forever.

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

That afternoon at home, while we were trying on clothes in the living room, I understood that the look Valeria gave me was anything but innocent.

She appeared on my screen on an ordinary night, but her rough voice woke something in me with an urgency I didn’t know existed.