Lingerie

Whenever the house was empty, I closed the door to their bedroom, opened her secret drawer, and lost myself smelling, sucking, and moaning alone.

She left the cake untouched, brushed against me under the table, and smiled as if she had already chosen how the night would end.

I saw him on the beach, we drank together that night, and when I closed the hotel door, I knew I'd end up on my knees sucking him without restraint.

We went upstairs for a glass of water when we heard moans from the bedroom. That half-open door changed everything that Saturday afternoon at Renata’s house.

My neighbor came home at dawn with trembling legs and an indecent smile; when she told me about the club, I couldn’t stop imagining it.

When I saw the handcuffs on the bed, I knew I wasn’t going to sleep that night: I was going to discover how much losing control turned me on.

When Diego lowered his gaze and nodded for the second time, I knew the business dinner was over and the real transaction was about to begin.

I closed the curtain to try on a dress and ended up drenched, my back to the mirror, watching his erection outgrow his trousers.

I turned the toy on random before leaving the office. Twenty floors, a subway ride, and a park stood between me and home. I hadn’t calculated how much I could take.

I accepted his dinner invitation out of necessity, but when he parked in the darkness, I knew he didn’t want to touch me—he wanted to watch me lose my inhibitions.

She said she wanted to stay pure for love, but when I kissed her in the car, she spread her legs as if she’d been waiting for it.

She crossed her legs, knowing I was watching, and her skirt rose just enough. When the classroom was empty, she smiled and asked me to help pick up the trash.

I closed the apartment door, leaned against the wood, and knew I’d be awake for a long time. I needed to touch myself and wanted to take my time.

The moment we closed the door, she dropped her purse, looked at me hungrily, and I knew there was no turning back.

When I saw her damp panties on the towel, I understood it was no accident: she knew exactly what I did whenever she left.

It began with stockings hidden beneath my trousers and ended with me on my knees, obeying while I was dressed to be used.

I was twenty-three when I went to spend my vacation with Aunt Renata—and one night I understood why she’d been looking at me differently since Sunday dinner.

I closed the door, and he already had me against the wall; everything we’d written about for weeks was finally going to happen without restraint.

Whenever I passed his store, he undressed me with his eyes; it didn’t take me long to stop pretending it didn’t turn me on.

When she agreed to let me test her before her first date, I knew there was no turning back.