Masturbation

I parked on the emptiest level of the underground garage and asked if she was still sure. She nodded. I handed her the envelope and asked her to just watch, nothing else.

The first time I found the wrapper in the trash, I thought I was mistaken. By the fourth time, I knew exactly what was happening in that room.

I rang the bell with my heart pounding. I wore a red dress and, under the fabric, a decision I had spent six months putting off.

I thought it was just first aid. Until her fingers slid over my skin and stopped feeling like any mother’s should.

I went upstairs with a stranger and, when the door closed, I knew my neighbor was already posted behind the curtain, ready to watch every detail.

Years of friendship, and I was looking at what I should never have looked at. One night I made a decision that changed everything between us forever.

I went to visit my submissive, but it was her maid who opened the door. Something in her look made me forget exactly why I’d come.

The bus was packed and I could barely move. When I felt the first touch on my thigh, I thought it was an accident. But it wasn’t.

When I heard the corn vendor’s cart, I only thought about satisfying a craving. What I didn’t expect was for his night to end in my kitchen, looking at me like I was dessert.

Under my button-down there’s lace. Under my dress pants, fishnet stockings and garters. My coworkers see Matías. I know who I really am.

From my rooftop I had a direct view of my neighbor’s yard. I’d been watching her for weeks when I noticed something strange in her movements. I never imagined what I would discover.

I put on the sexiest underwear I owned and walked alone to the riverbank. That night I discovered the body always knows what it wants.

I moved to an unfamiliar city, and the first man to enter my apartment was also the most attractive. He had a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him.

I opened the nightstand drawer. The book was there, where it always was. And in ten minutes I could no longer stay still.

I ran out in my nightgown, naked underneath, with the vibrator in my hand. The door clicked shut, and I knew I was locked out. Someone was already in the hall.

When they moved into the building, my gray life found a focal point. What I didn’t expect was that point would end up consuming me completely.

I arrived with my recorder and my questions ready. She welcomed me with a cup of coffee and a smile that was not exactly professional.

Four friends, a house near the beach, and a bottle of vodka. What started as a game became the most intense night of my life.

I’d been burning up for an hour with Rodrigo not home. When I called the sex shop, I never imagined the clerk would show up at my door ten minutes later.

We never talked about it, never discussed it. He came in her and turned his head toward me. That was enough to know what I was supposed to do.