Masturbation

I’d spent a year staring at that toy in the drawer without daring to use it. That night, in my lace nightgown with the padlock locked, I knew I was finally going to let it open me all the way.

The feel of her hand when she shook mine was like a jolt. I offered her a ride and, on that dirt road, discovered something I’d denied for years.

I went downstairs looking for Mateo and Ricardo, and what I found behind the half-open door left me rooted to the hallway floor, breathless and unable to look away.

At five to four I was naked in the armchair, staring at the window across from me and waiting for her to come out and close hers.

My sister was laughing while I told her what I’d read on my son’s WhatsApp, and I never imagined that afternoon would end with me kneeling in front of him.

The gym showers have no doors. That morning I discovered the detail wasn’t a problem, but exactly what I’d been looking for without knowing it for years.

When I saw his silhouette crouched behind the glass, I knew he’d been watching us for a while. And instead of stopping, I held his gaze.

I saw the message at eleven at night and knew this time I wasn’t going to make excuses. Fifteen minutes later I was climbing into his car in an empty lot.

It was almost eleven at night and the whole building seemed empty. When I turned my chair around, all that was missing was someone opening that door. And they did.

She wore a miniskirt, black stockings, and sunglasses that kept me from knowing when she’d caught me watching. Until she stopped pretending and started playing with me.

At forty-eight, in a Miami bar, my best friend grabbed me by the neck and kissed me. It was my first time with a woman, and I knew I could never go back.

When I went barefoot into the kitchen that morning and saw my father sitting there in his underwear, I knew something was going to break before the first coffee.

They knew that strong smell and body hair get me going like few things can. That Saturday they showed up with that smile that meant only one thing: the surprise was for me.

She was my assistant at the office, an impossible beauty who kept stealing my gaze. One night, over chat, I discovered everything her tight clothes had been hiding from me for weeks.

I’d known him for years, and nothing had ever happened between us—until that afternoon in the park, when he looked at me differently and everything began to change, very slowly.

When I felt his cock against my ass in the darkness, I knew neither of us would sleep that night. Fifteen years later, I still think about it.

The first time was an accident. After that, every night he had company, I moved the armchair to the window and let my hand drift down on its own.

I reached down without thinking, phone in the other hand and her photo filling the screen. I’d never wanted a woman like that before, and she didn’t even know I existed.

I met her through pixels and long-distance promises. She never knew that every night, alone in my hotel room by the sea, I imagined her beside me.