Lingerie

Every morning they left together for surf class and came back too close. I only watched, until one night on the porch I stopped wanting to look away.

Four office coworkers, new heels, and a boss with a plan. What happened when the last drink was empty was something no one dared say out loud.

My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.

“The decision is yours, you decide.” I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head all week, while my body had already decided for me.

Nando left my panties bunched around one ankle, and while Bruno held me against the sofa, I understood that that night I was the merchandise they both wanted to break in.

She came home with news that would change the rules between us: a brand wanted to photograph her in lingerie, and the idea excited her far more than I expected.

A small-town, religious married woman never imagined the secret photos my husband kept would end up all over the region.

She opened the door expecting the usual bottle. Instead, he offered her a lace apron and a smile that didn’t take no for an answer.

When Diego left me the car and went home with the child, I never imagined I’d end the night against a bathroom wall with another man’s mouth on my neck.

“I started thinking and came up with a few ideas,” he wrote. Three hours later, a stranger was ringing our doorbell.

The night before my wedding I prepared myself alone in the hotel suite. What my future husband didn’t know was who I was really preparing for.

Every morning she chose a different garment knowing it would end up torn on the living room floor. What she hadn’t accounted for was the day the door opened early.

I held her gaze while lying, my hand still remembering his skin as it trembled against the cup, praying she wouldn’t connect the dots.

She’d had twenty-four hours of pent-up desire trapped in her body. When the boy in the blue uniform came to deliver the package, Renata knew she wouldn’t be going without that morning.

After that Sunday at the beach, none of my coworkers could look at me the same way. And my wife knew it: she was the one pulling every string.

That night, hidden in the shadow of the hallway, my husband understood that offering me to another man had a price: watching someone else give me what he no longer knew how to give.

Aitor bragged that no woman could resist him, and his elderly neighbor listened with amusement… until the boy revealed who he planned to seduce next.

I walked into the room dressed as a mime, wearing a trench coat over my lingerie and knowing I was about to do something I’d never regret.

Damián arrived every Friday with wine and the smile of an exemplary husband. Tomás slept happily on the other side of the wall, unaware those noises were the only truth they had left.

I went in to sort out some boring paperwork and came out trembling. What that man did to me with his hands behind his desk still keeps me up at night.