Masturbation

There were seven women in that apartment, the wine had done its work, and Camila started talking. None of us expected what she confessed that night.

I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.

When the first moans crossed room 412’s door, she was still holding the champagne bucket with both hands. Ten minutes later, she wasn’t thinking about the hotel anymore.

We went to the nude beach to relax. What began with furtive glances ended with her moaning among strangers while I couldn’t stop watching.

There were nights when I didn’t look at the face of whoever came in. I counted the money and waited for it to be over. But once, everything was completely different.

Living in a cage, obeying without question, belonging completely to someone. That’s what I wanted, and when I got it, reality surpassed any fantasy.

As soon as we left the parking lot she slid her hand inside her pants. I drove looking for the first dead-end road I could find.

At five in the morning, the hallway in my house should have been empty. But there I was, back against the wall, unable to move and not wanting to.

She went into Diego’s room wearing only a black thong under her robe. He was asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and her hand went there on its own.

I went down to the hotel bar telling myself it was only for a drink. Without panties. With my blouse unbuttoned. Still not knowing whether I chose it or he decided it for me.

We put on quiet music, turned off the lights, and promised that whatever was said that night would stay there. The hardest promise to keep.

Seven in the morning, my husband still asleep, and I already feel that heat settling between my legs without asking permission. Another day like this. Or worse.

Crossing my legs at just the right moment was all it took for him to stop pretending he wasn’t looking at me. The rest was only a matter of time.

He smelled of tobacco and the countryside. He wasn’t handsome, but from the moment I first saw him, something in me stopped working normally.

The toy vibrated inside Clara while she danced with strangers. Andrés controlled it from his table. No one in the bar knew a thing.

His cock was throbbing in front of me as I told him everything. And the more detailed I was, the closer he came to a limit neither of us wanted to cross.

I looked in the mirror, and the face I saw wasn’t mine. It was hers. And inside that borrowed body, something began to awaken that never should have.

I went down to the kitchen at midnight never imagining he was still awake. He was in the garden smoking, with that effortless air. He looked at me and I made no move to leave.

When he opened the wrong box, he knew it was a mistake. But when she entered his office, small and frightened, doll and woman became one.

Four coworkers, a pool, an entire night. The best vacation send-off I could have imagined.