Massage

Years had passed since I’d last seen her. When she sat across from me at that bar and placed her hand on my thigh, I knew the night wouldn’t end as my cousin imagined.

His hands were no longer seeking the pain in my back. I knew it, he knew it, and still I said nothing when they traveled down the cleft to places they had never reached before.

I was her assistant. We worked twelve hours a day. That night, barefoot on her sofa, she looked at me like never before, and I knew something had changed forever.

The tide brought me notebooks and pencils the same day everything I thought was solid between Tomás and me began to crumble. I had no idea what I would use them for.

I was half asleep, my nightgown hiked to my waist, when I saw the silhouette of the man leaning into my window in the vanity mirror.

At 21, I thought I could handle anything. But when Esteban put his hands on my back and I felt my body respond, I wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.

The proposal came with the third drink: each night, one of the four would be in charge in the other couple’s room. They said we’d start that very night.

Natalia only wanted to get waxed before going to the beach. She didn’t expect the hotel beautician to be so striking, or what she’d find under her robe.

When I crossed the dungeon’s threshold, she held out her hand for me to kiss. Then she pointed to the floor. I knew the night would be long.

Three months alone in Singapore for work, a free Saturday, and a masseur who didn’t ask too many questions. That’s how the afternoon I never planned began.

When he asked me to remove my compression shorts and cover myself with the towel, I thought it was just another session. His hands on my adductor proved otherwise.

Under her tight panties there was a bulge I couldn’t stop staring at. And he noticed. That afternoon I discovered something I could no longer pretend to ignore.

Lucía never wanted anything to do with a man. Camila was a bombshell who drove the guests crazy. I only had one question I couldn’t keep to myself.

I massaged him after the beach, without thinking. I felt his erection under his trunks and knew that summer wouldn’t end like the others.

Andrés knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. I arrived with back pain and left with something nameless—something I still think about as I fall asleep.

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is doing nothing. I lay on the sofa, arms spread, and let her take control.

When she locked the door and moved behind me, I knew that grade review was not going to end the way I expected.

Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.

I never thought getting waxed would change anything. But when he ran the wax over my buttocks and told me to get on all fours, something in me lit up.

His fingers moved slowly up my thighs. Then I knew that massage was going to be something completely different from what I’d asked for.