Lovers

I put on the lingerie she would never wear and wait for him to knock on the motel door. I know he’ll come back: at home there’s a man starving.

Matías opened the door barefoot, with that half smile that hid nothing. Behind Andrés, Esteban was already breathing down his neck. The three of them knew why they had come.

They said his blue overalls were lucky. But that night, under the spray of water and his teammates’ stares, he learned luck had another name.

They caught him stealing food in the middle of the night; when they forced him to raise his face beneath that tangled mane, the patrician recognized eyes he thought lost forever.

When the officiant asked whether anyone had something to say, the groom raised his hand. Not to say yes, but to confess what he had been holding in for months.

The receptionist handed me a package with no return address. Inside, a metal plug and a note in his handwriting: “For our date, I want you to wear it.”

I was never attracted to him, but every message he sent left me hotter than the last. And that night, with my husband only a few feet away, I stopped resisting.

He blocked me everywhere and came back with a “decent” girlfriend. Fatal mistake: nobody takes a woman’s favorite toy away without paying for it.

I’d spent a week sending him photos to drive him wild. When he came back, I learned my punishment for impatience would be getting on my knees and waiting with my tongue out.

For years I accepted to please them, then ran to the bathroom to spit it out. With him I discovered that the barrier I struggled most to break was also the one hiding the most pleasure.

It started as a game with a costume and tall boots, but it ended with me on my knees at three in the morning, unable to satisfy what he awakened in me.

I covered his eyes for a second, just long enough to turn on the recorder behind the pillow. He never knew that night was trapped forever on a red tape.

It’s two in the afternoon, I’ve been stroking him for hours, and I still haven’t given him permission to come. 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 spent half her life wanting the man twice her age. That afternoon she closed the shutter, switched off the shop lights, and decided to wait no longer.

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 thought we’d 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.