Memories

I met her on an internet forum. When she confessed she was a virgin at her age, I knew that visit would be something we’d both remember forever.

We’d been friends since our teens, both married, both sure of who we were. Until he sent me that video and something in me stopped being so certain.

I followed him on Instagram out of curiosity and ended up reading his texts at midnight, heart racing. Just text. Just words. Just him.

I’d gone months without a man when I posted the ad. Marcos was the only one who seemed genuinely interested, and I never forgot what happened that afternoon.

I pushed the door open, holding my breath. He was asleep on his side, the sheet fallen to his waist. If I left then, nothing had happened. I didn’t leave.

Helena arrived two hours before the flight. I had bought her perfume to thank her. She had another plan for saying goodbye.

I had the apartment to myself, candles lit, and a toy waiting in the drawer. The first time had failed; this time would be different.

When I saw Mateo waiting for us at room 412, I understood my husband hadn’t been bragging: this was really going to happen.

She asked me to come with her because the bars were full. I joked that watching her would get me hard, and she smiled like she’d been waiting hours for me to say it.

We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.

Three months after she dumped me, I saw her kissing someone else in that bar. That same night I walked into a gay bar and began sinking without knowing how far I'd go.

She arrived two hours before her flight, left her suitcase in the hallway, and before I could react, took off her sweatshirt in front of me.

That afternoon she entered the bar as if she’d been waiting for me for hours. What came afterward changed me—not the sex, but what they made me discover.

Andrés woke up naked in his greatest rival’s bed. With no memory of the night before, he only wanted to leave. But something kept holding him back.

For weeks I’d felt the way he lingered in his hugs and how he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. That dawn I decided to stop pretending.

I’d bought her perfume and a pendant as a farewell gift. She brought me something else. I was eighteen and had never touched anyone in my life.

I got up at three in the morning because of moans I couldn’t ignore. My mother’s door was ajar, and I stood frozen in the hallway.

When Aiko entered the onsen naked and unhurried, I knew this business trip would end in a way that wasn’t written into any contract.

He came to help me with my new television, with his defined arms and that gaze that avoided mine. He was twenty, and I already knew what was going to happen.

I arrived at the bachelorette party in red heels and with a broken heart. What I didn’t imagine was that I’d end up on my knees in front of a stranger, never wanting him to stop.