Neighbors

I switched on the nightstand lamp, lifted my camisole, and started playing with my nipples while thinking of him. I never imagined how it would end.

When we watched the jacuzzi video, we discovered that we hadn’t been alone for even a second.

I woke naked among friends and a tattooed stranger; when I opened the window, I realized the dirtiest part was still to come.

Every time he opened my door without knocking, his gaze lasted a little longer. I began leaving it open on purpose.

From my window, I watched a neighbors’ dinner turn into a filthy game of four bodies, jealousy, hungry mouths, and one final surprise.

She went down to take out the garbage in a sheer nightgown with no bra and took ten minutes to return. When I heard her in the shower, I knew something had broken forever.

During the week I needed another cock, and that Saturday I turned a fight with my husband into the perfect excuse to fulfill my dirtiest fantasy.

When she told me she wanted to practice with me before attending a workshop, I knew that night would be unlike any other.

I entered her house with two old VHS tapes and left with signed cases, a burning face, and the memory of her body trembling against the wall.

First there were his eyes from the building across the street; then, his bulge rubbing against me as we danced in my living room.

The moans through the wall left me dripping, so I decided to wake my man in the dirtiest way I knew.

Every night I listened to her moan with other men; when she finally looked at me differently in the hallway, I knew I would be next.

My husband came home from the bar with a strange smile, a number in his pocket, and a dirty idea that left me soaked before he touched me.

The elevator stopped between floors, and the silence filled with filthy confessions, heated glances, and arousal no one wanted to stop.

When she served me a beer and put her hand on my fly, I realized she’d been deliberately letting herself be seen through that window for days.

At one minute to midnight, the penthouse door was already ajar, and she waited for me trembling, unaware of how far I intended to take her.

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.

I offered her water in the heat, but when she returned to my apartment for a beer, she was no longer there simply to cool off.

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.

At two in the morning, I raised the blind in my underwear—and my neighbor across the street was already waiting with the light on.