Lingerie

When she sent me the photo from the fitting room wearing lingerie, I closed it without replying. She saw that. That was how it all began.

When I heard the corn vendor’s cart, I only thought about satisfying a craving. What I didn’t expect was for his night to end in my kitchen, looking at me like I was dessert.

Under my button-down there’s lace. Under my dress pants, fishnet stockings and garters. My coworkers see Matías. I know who I really am.

I put on the sexiest underwear I owned and walked alone to the riverbank. That night I discovered the body always knows what it wants.

When we got to Pablo and Vera’s place, the champagne was already cold. I tried to act calm. My body had been betraying me for weeks every time he brought it up.

As a closet cross-dresser, I went to the most important interview of my career with lace panties under my suit. I thought no one would know. I was wrong.

I’d spent months thinking about her, about her feet, about her mouth. The Halloween party gave us the night we’d both wanted without saying it out loud.

I’d been burning up for an hour with Rodrigo not home. When I called the sex shop, I never imagined the clerk would show up at my door ten minutes later.

Sofía had been wearing that mischievous look for weeks. When she suggested a stranger watch her touch herself on camera while I observed in silence, I said yes without hesitation.

Claudia thought of herself as a respectable, religious, faithful mother. But that afternoon, kneeling in front of her own son, she understood she could no longer ignore the darkness in her.

The first time I put on her lingerie and looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t know whether what I felt was shame or something completely different.

I had been preparing that day for months: the wig, the dress, the lubricant. I thought I was alone at the abandoned lookout. The guard disagreed.

I knew exactly what would happen when I entered that room with him. I knew it, and still I closed the door. My husband was away, and there was too much tequila in my veins.

When I reviewed the footage from the cameras she didn’t know existed, I saw my wife with him. In our bed. And instead of getting furious, I felt something dark I hadn’t expected.

The August heat crushed the apartment courtyard, and Adrián couldn’t take his eyes off the window opposite. Mrs. Valverde had no idea she was being watched.

When I lock the door, I open the drawer, take out the perfume he chose for me, and become who I really am. Only he knows.

To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.

A few seconds of video were enough to make my knees shake. Since then, I’ve been rehearsing every detail in my mind: the room, him, and what comes next.

Rodrigo held her hips during their workouts and she pretended not to notice his erection. When she found her panties in his room, she could no longer ignore what was happening.

I spent twenty minutes on my makeup, put on the chestnut wig, and opened the hotel door when he knocked. I had been waiting for that moment for years without knowing it.