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.