Masturbation

I took off my bikini in the jacuzzi knowing he was watching me from the roof. What I came to forget became the only thing I remember from the trip.

We had never gone beyond a polite greeting, but that soaked afternoon, trapped by the rain in his shop, everything changed with a single message on my phone.

I went up to that flat for a haircut. She opened the door with the promise that she’d stay in a thong in front of a complete stranger.

I opened his bedroom door expecting to find him asleep. What I saw brought back memories I thought were buried, and I couldn’t bring myself to turn away.

That night the dare was simple and insane at the same time: cross the property naked, on all fours, right past the window where anyone could see me.

He came up behind my son with Bruno pressed against my back, holding my breath. I knew it was wrong, and that was exactly why I couldn’t stop.

It had been less than five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

I got out of the shower and there she was, looking between my legs with that smile I already knew. She knew exactly where to press to make me stop arguing and start obeying.

If I came at the exact second, she’d let me do it. If I failed, she promised a punishment I’d spent weeks fearing and craving in equal measure.

Every time I’m alone in the house, I repeat the same ritual. And every time, it gets harder to tell the game from what I truly long to be.

He’d been tied to her desire for a month. That night, Selene would decide when, how, and how much it hurt before finally letting him let it all out.

At first I only watched from the crack: naked men, tied up, begging for more punishment from the woman laughing over them. Until she held out her hand to me.

I stepped through the door and heard nothing. That silence meant only one thing: tonight my Mistress was in no mood for games, and I was going to pay for every minute of her bad temper.

I went down to the living room in a thong, knowing he was watching me from the other sofa. Through the wall, my friend was streaming live with her boyfriend. And all I could think about was which door to open that night.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

Three women, one huge house, and a pool in the sun. One look between them was enough to turn an innocent afternoon into something else.

She came to buy my book and ended up sitting on my lap with her back to me. “Read it slowly, out loud,” I told her, while my fingers began sliding down her body.

I thought the steam room was mine alone, along with my toys. Then the door opened and a very tall stranger looked at me without any hurry to cover herself.

I never thought a woman’s hands could touch me like that. When my boss offered me a massage, I had no idea she was opening a door I would never want to close.

Mariana had never kissed another woman until that night. She came home trembling with desire, never imagining her stepsister was watching her in the dark.

I could hear their laughter through the wall. I went to the half-open door and what I saw took my breath away: my two best friends, half-naked, staring at each other.

They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.

She came to wait for my mother and ended up standing in the doorway watching me sleep. I had no idea that afternoon would end the girl who’d never been with a woman.

I had just moved in and didn’t know anyone. Bruna was the first to talk to me; I never imagined she and her partner had a plan for me that night.

We arrived at our aunt’s house to keep her company for the weekend. That night, the three of us in the same bed, she asked us a question that changed everything: could we keep a secret?

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.

She thought I was still asleep while she touched herself on the floor beside my bed. I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to stop, not yet.

We arrived revving the bike so everyone would look. But I only had eyes for the girl in the next tent and for what we were going to share that night.

Before the camera, the sexologist promised a simple anatomy lesson. But when the host slid her hand under her thong, both women knew there was no going back.

I thought the hardest thing of the year would be passing my English exam. I was wrong: the hardest thing was hiding how badly I wanted the woman teaching me.

Two glasses of wine, his unexpected question, and me telling him about my first time with another man while he listened with an attention that soon became something more.

Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She opened it anyway. And what she found destroyed her in two ways.

I sat on the low wall facing the sea, spread my legs, and let the wind do the rest. Six strangers saw everything. I wanted all of them.

I never imagined a night of dominoes with two friends would end like this. When they both looked at me at the same time, I knew the air had changed.

I walked into the room without knocking and found her completely naked. Instead of leaving, I closed the door. What happened next changed everything.

Three days later, he got to the club early. She arrived last, closed the door, and the click of that latch was the only sign they needed.

I woke up with the sheets damp from the dream I’d had. I touched myself before getting out of bed. And the whole day was the same: my body with its own agenda.

The first time I saw him I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.

No one spoke about what happened that week. It wasn’t necessary. The three of us knew something between us had changed forever.

The gas was almost invisible, but its effects were not. In seconds, the uniform stopped being armor and became something that burned the skin from the inside.

When Aurelia took off her dress in front of my camera, I knew that photo shoot wasn’t going to end like the others.

I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.

I’d gone months without opening the hidden folder on my phone. That night, insomnia and desire decided for me.

She wore only a long coat and high heels. Her only plan was to feel strangers’ eyes roaming over her body while she pretended to shop.

When I saw the man coming up the path, he squeezed my head harder. He wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to.

I’d spent months fantasizing about surrendering to someone who knew how to take control. I never imagined I’d find him on a Friday at a bar.

Four glasses of wine in, Rodrigo started talking. What came out of his mouth that night changed the rules between them forever.

We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.

He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.