What Happened Between My Boss and Me in the Warehouse
When I went into the truck to check the pallets, he climbed in behind me. No one else was in the warehouse. And we both knew exactly what was about to happen.
When I went into the truck to check the pallets, he climbed in behind me. No one else was in the warehouse. And we both knew exactly what was about to happen.
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.
I parked half a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The door was unlocked and the lights were off. What I found at the end of the hallway changed everything.
I went to that club in a bad mood. Nicolás came looking for his sister and left with me. No one knows yet, and I don’t regret it.
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.
That week everything was going badly with my partner. My ex seized the first crack, and Diego waited with a photo that left me speechless. The dirtiest weekend of my life.
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.
I told myself it would only be coffee. That I could control the situation. But when he opened the door before I even knocked, there was no turning back.
She came out of the bathroom in a white blazer that barely covered anything, a red pacifier on her lips and that smile of hers. I knew that night would be different.
She looked at him as if she’d known him all her life. He smiled too much. And I, sitting across from them, was thinking about what I had done with each of them separately.
When she dragged me to the bathroom with one hand in my sweater, we stopped being boss and employee. There was no turning back.
I’d been under the same roof as my father’s wife for four days when she left her bedroom door ajar and told me, without words, to come upstairs.
When my roommate told me, “Take me with you,” I knew that night was going to cost her more than her shyness. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d show up.
I’d spent weeks avoiding all of them. I wanted them worked up and waiting for that weekend. When I left the office on Friday, everything was already planned.
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 kissed him for the first time at nineteen, but we couldn’t finish. Eleven years later, I found him at my boyfriend’s club with another woman on his arm.
Four powerful men dead in the same way. All naked, exhausted. Someone chose them, seduced them, and took them to the exact limit before the end.
I’d spent a month dreaming of seeing him again when my roommate confessed she was jealous of me. That same night I took her with me to the rave.