Oral

My boss had kept me aroused throughout the flight. When I got up to use the bathroom, I never expected someone else to follow me in.

Every afternoon she moved the box that served as a door and sat beside me, as if that cramped corner were the only place we could be someone else.

When I found out what the forfeit was, I was struck dumb. Not because I couldn’t, but because it exposed me with a man who knew half the city. And yet I arrived on time that first day.

She wrote one line: «Story or fantasy?». I never imagined that question would end with her naked on my massage table, waiting for me to prove it.

Every Thursday night, he knocked on the parish priest’s door with his head bowed. No one in town imagined what happened once the gate was bolted.

I thought the house next door was empty. When I looked up from my book and saw him on the balcony, I knew exactly what I was going to do with him.

He’s twenty-two and asked me, staring down at the street, whether I really liked going down between a woman’s legs. That night, I told him everything I knew.

The three of them went away alone, with suitcases full of tiny bikinis and a single intention. My wife said she’d tell me when she got back. And she certainly did.

They got into my car thinking they were only going to take a bath and eat a hot meal. I had already decided that afternoon wouldn’t end with them dressed.

I thought it was just another night of studying until she turned her head, looked straight at me, and said the words that changed everything between us.

He was obsessed with one idea, and I played with fire every time I slipped away to meet him where no one could see us.

Mateo promised her it would be a success. What he didn’t tell her was that he planned to hide under the desk while she greeted her first live viewers.

We hadn’t even made it through the garage gate when she’d already unbuttoned my trousers. She said she couldn’t wait to go upstairs, and I believed her.

By day she checked rooms and schedules with a friendly smile. By night, that same smile meant something very different to anyone who opened the door.

For years we were no-strings-attached lovers, and she was always in charge. The day she signed my dismissal, I decided that, for once, I would set the terms.

She had spent weeks thinking about them both: the shy deliveryman and the serious physiotherapist. That night, she summoned them together to teach them something neither dared ask for.

I arrived at the motel saying I didn’t want to go on, convinced I would stop everything. I had no idea how much I’d enjoy losing that argument with myself.

I locked eyes with a woman across the bar. She looked incredibly familiar, but I couldn't remember why—until she approached and said two words that changed everything.

I’d spent years charging for my time, but that morning, with him inside me and his mouth against my ear, I did something I’d never done: forgot about the money.

The night I missed the last bus in the rain, I learned that freedom had a price—and that this patient-handed man knew exactly how much I was willing to pay.