Oral

Marcelo watched from the couch while Rodrigo undressed me slowly. Then my husband wanted to know something I had never told him.

I went down to the kitchen at midnight never imagining he was still awake. He was in the garden smoking, with that effortless air. He looked at me and I made no move to leave.

Sofía told me that night her boyfriend was too much for her. I just smiled. For me, that wasn’t a problem—it was an invitation.

Four coworkers, a pool, an entire night. The best vacation send-off I could have imagined.

I knelt between his legs in that hotel room and used my lips to say everything words couldn’t.

She had the champagne bucket in one hand and the other pressed against the wood, trying to convince herself she was only listening to make sure everything was in order.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a white blazer with nothing underneath and a red pacifier between her lips. That night I knew Camila hadn’t come to please me: she’d come to have fun.

That week I shouldn’t have noticed him. But when he hugged me from behind in the pool, I knew I was going to lose control that night.

When I opened the door that night, they had no idea I already had the taste of their friend in my mouth and a plan measured in every movement of my hips.

When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.

That night I prepared like never before. Camila was coming over with her backpack and her wicked smile, and I knew exactly what I was going to ask her for.

When Marcos confessed he could help me with both things, I knew that night out dancing was going to end far better than expected.

The half-open door let out a muffled moan and I, frozen in the shadows of the hallway, couldn’t move or stop staring at what I was seeing.

My friends had years of experience when I had barely even brushed a guy. That night in Medellín, I made up for all of it at once.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

At sixty-three, after a decade of masturbating alone, I never expected the girl in the spare room to change everything forever.

Camila pulled back the sheet without thinking and caught sight of exactly what she shouldn’t have. What came next changed forever the way my sister and I spoke to each other.

When he locked the library door, I knew my little game of skirts and glances had just crossed a point of no return.

We’d been going out together for years without anything ever happening. That night at the club something changed: his body pressed to mine on the dance floor, and neither of us tried to stop it.

We went out looking for an alley and came back with a secret. Some Fridays change you without asking permission.