Masturbation

For years he treated other people’s minds without being able to get close to anyone. Then the doll arrived—and with it, the obsession that would consume him.

Valeria was waiting for me in the kitchen in a T-shirt that barely covered her and a smile that no longer belonged to my little sister. I tried not to look. I failed.

I’d spent years looking for someone willing to truly watch me, not through a screen. When Lucía said yes, I knew I’d never forget that day.

Marco thought they were going to the cinema. He had no idea she had planned every detail weeks in advance, including which pocket he kept the key in.

When she turned on the camera, she was already lying on the bed, waiting for me with a smile that was anything but innocent. And I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping alone that Saturday.

Three years ago I accepted a stranger’s request—an erotic writer I’d never heard of. Since then, I’ve read him every night in the dark and never once written to him.

I had been alone with my son for two years when the bank sent me the letter. The manager had a proposition. I accepted. What I didn’t expect was what I would discover about myself.

When her hand brushed mine as she passed me the glass, she didn’t pull away. She looked at me over her glasses, bit her lip, and I knew we’d been waiting too long.

When the Master told her they were going out that day, something in Luna’s chest tightened. Not from fear, but from the anticipation only she knew.

An adult chat was a bad idea at five in the afternoon. But when her name appeared and she said hi in that husky voice, it was already too late to close the window.

He arrived freshly separated, with a suitcase and too much free time. From the morning by the pool, I knew that week wasn’t going to be boring.

I was there, champagne bucket in hand, listening to every moan, every creak of the bed. And I couldn't bring myself to walk away.

Daniela’s voice narrated the locker-room encounter while, around her, her friends’ bodies tangled shamelessly and without limits.

I knew what he would do if he thought we were alone. What I couldn’t foresee was that my husband was watching everything from the other side of the glass.

I was lying on the sofa waiting for sleep when I heard the door. I never imagined that night would be my first time—with the last person on earth I expected.

I’d gone two years without anyone looking at me that way. And when Miguel did, I knew something in me wasn’t as asleep as I’d thought.

No partner, no hurry. Just me, the dark, and the moans of a singer who’d been turning me on since the nineties.

She found the phone forgotten on the nightstand and entered the PIN without thinking. What she read was not what she expected, nor what she expected to feel.

I went to the hotel in my black dress with my mind made up. What I didn’t expect was for my own body to betray me like that.

She took off her underwear at the lookout, with the couple down on the beach in the distance. Then she proposed the most exciting bet of his life.