Lovers

It’s two in the afternoon, I’ve been stroking him for hours, and I still haven’t given him permission to cum. Today I’m in charge, and he’s learning to wait.

Eight years had passed since that coach trip, but the moment I saw him standing in front of the terminal I knew I wouldn’t be coming home for dinner that night.

She had wanted that man, who was twice her age, for half her life. That afternoon she closed the shutter, turned off the shop lights, and decided she wouldn’t wait anymore.

I danced pressed against a masked stranger until his voice asked in my ear if I still remembered him. And my body answered before I did.

When I saw her photo, I knew I wouldn’t sleep that night: I undressed her in my mind and let my imagination cross the kilometers my body couldn’t.

She went back to confession every week for the same reason, always leaving out the most important part: that the man on the other side of the grille was the owner of all her sins.

I gave him two kisses in front of his mother and, without anyone noticing, decided to play along until neither of us expected to go that far that morning.

It was two in the morning, we were alone on the 25th floor, and her back was stiff. What started as a favor ended up becoming something else.

He only had to come too close for the heat we had denied for months to give us both away. That night there was no way to keep pretending.

I came in smelling like someone else and didn’t even say hello. The next day he came into my room, locked the door, and took off his belt without saying a word.

I went down to the kitchen in my pajamas, with nothing underneath, knowing he’d be awake. The tension had been building for days, and that night I decided I wasn’t holding back anymore.

I got out of the car on a deserted street, my heart racing. I didn’t know what the woman I’d been writing to for months looked like—only that tonight, at last, she would be mine.

I had spent thirty years closing projects for the company. On my farewell trip, I never imagined the woman traveling beside me would be the one to say goodbye to me in a different way.

Bruno had promised me a rematch and I had promised to come back. What I didn’t imagine was how that second night would end with the six of us.

I promised I’d only tell true stories, so here’s how my mom found out about my older boyfriend... and how I accidentally found out what she really did.

Damián came every three days; Adrián showed up Friday on his motorbike. That week I found out just how far I could go when nobody was looking.

I never get involved with clients, I told him. But his body was already pressed against mine and my own voice sounded like a lie as I closed the garage gate.

No one at the party suspected a thing: to everyone we were just friends. But that dawn Adrián took the road to the hillside estate, and I knew we were done pretending.

I saw his name on the screen and knew I shouldn’t answer. But I did, and the moment I heard his voice I was again the woman I swore I’d never be.

I parked beside her car, never guessing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine in the darkest corner of the garage.