Memories

I masturbated in the shower thinking about his return, but I never imagined what he’d do to me once we closed the hotel-room door.

The first time Lucía closed the door of that room, she thought she was finally choosing for herself. She was wrong.

Diego slept facedown. I stared at the ceiling with my hand between my legs, returning in my mind to that night in the back room of Rocco’s bar.

I still remember how she looked at me before getting off the bed and quietly telling me that, that night, her entire body was mine.

They closed the tower doors to talk, but when their hands touched, political tension became an impossible need to stop.

I left the bathroom still wet between my legs, and he knew from my face that remembering other men had left me trembling.

When she opened the door and let me in, I knew that old fantasy was still alive—and this time I wasn't going to run away.

I thought grief had extinguished me forever, until one night someone looked at me as if there were still something alive inside me.

I went to ask him for help with a broken faucet and ended up discovering what it feels like for an experienced man to take my breath and my shame away.

She looked at me as if she still knew me from the inside, and I had to pretend to be cold while my whole body remembered her hands.

When I saw Daniel serving coffee with that calm smile, I remembered exactly why I had sworn never to seek him out again.

Years have passed, Mariana, and I still think of you while I touch myself in the dark. This is the confession you’ll never read—and the fantasy I can’t stop repeating.

I wasn’t ready for him to penetrate me, but when I pulled down his zipper and saw him hard in front of me, I knew I was about to cross another line.

It all began on the stairs, with questions that were far too intimate and a curiosity that soon turned into pure horniness.