Masturbation

When I saw him come in, too afraid to lift his gaze, I thought it would be just another appointment. It wasn’t. What I found beneath that gown kept me awake for days.

The excuse was a Pilates app and her empty living room. What happened next wasn’t in any exercise program.

We’d spent the whole wedding exchanging looks. When he whispered that he wanted to show me something, I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.

I went to Andrea’s party with nerves on edge. I didn’t expect to meet her mother: a mature woman with a perfect body and a fiery gaze who hooked me from the first second.

We had been exchanging photos and audio messages for months that his wife would never see. When we finally met, everything we had imagined became real.

Twenty years old, zero experience, and a cousin who looked at him as if she knew exactly what was on his mind. The summer was going to be long.

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

When I entered the room and saw 198 naked people waiting for my signal, I realized I'd crossed a line I didn't want to go back over.

I saw him on the harbor terrace: tall, bearded, broad-shouldered. Marcos glanced at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

An ordinary man discovered that beneath his wife’s clothes lived another version of himself, ready to emerge when lockdown came.

When she opened the door in that tight dress, I knew that afternoon was going to change everything I thought I knew about myself and my limits.

Silvia was riding me when I saw the figure in the doorway. My father. Naked. Staring at her, one hand moving in a way that left no doubt.

I was alone in my bedroom when I heard the door open. He hadn’t knocked or announced himself. And I was barely dressed.

I went wearing a thong and garter stockings under my pants, not knowing if anything would happen. That night, everything did.

I had known her for years. That afternoon at the bar, when she came over to greet me, something in her eyes told me it would not end with a simple hug.

She tied the ropes to her wrists and stepped into the muck, unaware that someone was watching from the undergrowth, a razor-sharp knife in hand.

I had never done it. Never let anyone in there before. That afternoon in the booths, a stranger with hand cream changed everything.

He appeared among the dunes, stopped to watch, and didn’t leave. We kept going, and so did he. That’s how the most exciting game we’d ever had began.

When his mother came down the stairs in that tight dress, Marcos knew that trip to the movies was not going to end the way he expected.

The first time I saw her, her husband was in the next room. The second, her lips were on me. I couldn’t think about another woman for weeks.