Oral

I walked into a seaside bar looking for seafood and ended up spending fifteen days with a stranger. Three years later, I've still told no one.

When Valeria slipped on the gold sandals and looked at me that way, I knew I wasn’t leaving with just a watch.

For twelve years, no one had looked at her like that. Rodrigo was twenty, he came with a ladder and a smile, and all she wanted was for him to fix her roof.

I had been alone with my son for two years when the bank sent me the letter. The manager had a proposition. I accepted. What I didn’t expect was what I would discover about myself.

I was 18, so shy I had never touched a woman. What started as tutoring ended up being my real initiation.

I arrived at the hotel trembling, convinced it would only be photos. When the second brother walked in, I knew that night wouldn’t end as planned.

I didn’t do it for the money. I did it because I didn’t care about anything. Seeing her happy with another man in that bar triggered a period I should never have lived through.

When we pulled up beside them, the girl was already moving her hips to the song. Mateo had painted nails. That trip wasn’t going to end the way we’d planned.

My grandmother made the decision, as always. I only followed instinct. What happened in that cabin during the storm is still ours alone.

When I went into the kitchen that morning, she was standing with her back to me in a T-shirt that barely covered her thighs. Three years change people a lot.

I put on the wig, the heels, and the fake curves. I didn’t realize that before dawn I’d be barking in a garden with my knees in the dirt.

We played strip poker with my neighbors. Nobody said what else was being played for, but when I was left naked in the middle of the living room, we didn’t need the cards anymore.

He arrived freshly separated, with a suitcase and too much free time. From the morning by the pool, I knew that week wasn’t going to be boring.

I was there, champagne bucket in hand, listening to every moan, every creak of the bed. And I couldn't bring myself to walk away.

Daniela’s voice narrated the locker-room encounter while, around her, her friends’ bodies tangled shamelessly and without limits.

I knew what he would do if he thought we were alone. What I couldn’t foresee was that my husband was watching everything from the other side of the glass.

I went to their apartment hoping for beer and a way to kill time. I left with a sore ass, a mouth tasting of semen, and a smile I couldn’t hide.

She had always been shy, but that afternoon on the beach, naked beneath the sun, something awakened in her that I had never seen before.

The cell smelled of damp and cheap tobacco, and when his eyes locked on mine I knew the case file was going to end up on the floor.

When the captain cut the engines in that hidden cove, I realized the strategy meeting had been an excuse—and the real plan was just beginning.