Lingerie

Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.

I found her in the kitchen in clothes I’d never seen before, and when she brushed my shoulder on her way past, something in me that had no right to exist woke up.

When Marcos described how he wrapped his lovers in stretch film, I had to escape to the bathroom. Not for the reason they’d think.

He suggested we fuck while looking out at the horizon, with the field all to ourselves and the sunset light falling slowly. I didn’t hesitate for a second.

When Marcos called with “the perfect plan,” I never imagined ending up shirtless, betting everything on a card. That night was more than anyone expected.

We posted the ad not knowing what to expect. Two weeks later he rang the bell at ten on the dot, no phone or watch, ready to serve.

I’d wanted her in silence for months, reading her private messages, following her every move. When I met her at the hotel wearing a mask, she had no idea it was me.

I went up to the room with my heart in my throat and a red lace set beneath my dress. Diego was no longer just a voice on the phone.

When I got out of the shower, Sebastián had the pink garments in his hand and that steady look I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He asked me for a quickie while I was writing. He came out of the bathroom smelling like him, and I put on the lace stockings. I’m still savoring the rest.