Lingerie

There was no one home, no plan, no excuse. Just me, the sofa in front of the window, and the dangerous idea of leaving everything on display.

I thought I was alone at home. I left the bathroom door open, closed my eyes, and said her name out loud, never imagining she’d already come back.

The lock thrown, the light off, and one single finger enough to take me where no boy my age ever knew how to lead me.

She had never masturbated at work. But that morning, with her phone full of pictures of her neighbor and the door unlocked, she discovered how much risk turned her on.

I stripped off because of the heat, closed my eyes, and suddenly there she was, in black lace lingerie, straddling me in my empty bed.

It’s been five weeks since you showed up, and tonight, with the house all to myself, I decided I wasn’t going to wait any longer to finish what you left half-done.

I was going to wait for him on my knees wearing the new set. What I didn’t imagine was how far I’d go on my own, in front of the mirror, before he arrived.

For the first time in years I didn’t have to bite my lip or hold back a single moan. The house was mine, and so was my body, with no witnesses.

I’ve been writing for half an hour and I no longer know whether the hands running over that skin are the character’s or mine on my own body.

Turning off the light would have been the sensible thing. But that night, on the ninth floor of an empty hotel, the last thing I wanted was to go unnoticed.

The moment the last guest closed the door behind them, I knew I wouldn’t sleep that night until I’d emptied myself out in front of the mirror.

Two weeks alone, with no one knocking at the door. I took out the red lingerie, opened a cold beer, and promised myself I wouldn’t stop until I was shaking.

I made two pigtails, wore a tiny dress with nothing underneath, and put on my favorite sneakers. I played at being an innocent girl and ended up discovering something about myself I didn’t expect.

On the other side of the wall, his mother’s moans kept him awake. And when she called him to her room the next day, Bruno knew nothing would ever be the same.

“If you open that box, I won’t be the boy you protect anymore,” I warned her. My older sister held my gaze for a moment, then tore the red paper.

I went into his room to tidy up like any mother. I came out knowing my own son desired me, and that part of me had been waiting for exactly that for months.

Marisa walked around the house in a tight dress, never imagining that that night her daughter-in-law would turn the family dinner into something none of them would forget.

I heard the lock click behind me. When I turned, she was smiling with the calm of someone who had planned every step from the first look at the table.

I asked her to put on the shortest shorts she owned. I wanted to see how the workers looked at her as she walked by, and how she endured the whole day in that outfit.

I left home wearing the red thong and my heart racing: my uncle never called me in on a day off, and I already knew why.