Oral

The first night I swore I’d go home. By the seventh, I couldn’t remember why I’d bought a return flight. This is what happened between those two nights.

They said they were going to celebrate a birthday. What they didn’t say was that the gift was me, up on that dark bus, surrounded by men twice my age.

I traveled alone seeking temples and ended up on a terrace over the river, surrounded by hands that weren’t mine and mouths that knew exactly where to find me.

She burst out laughing, lowered her voice, and looked at me with that satisfied whore’s smile I already knew. I knew she was going to tell me everything she’d kept hidden.

I was lying on the sofa waiting for sleep when I heard the door. I never imagined that night would be my first time—with the last person on earth I expected.

Three years without seeing him, and the second he stepped back into the house I knew I couldn’t keep pretending what I felt was just sisterly love.

That night Valeria took my head in her hands and pushed me exactly where I’d spent months not daring to look.

I arrived at the hotel convinced it would be just photos. When the door opened and his older brother appeared, I knew there’d be no turning back that night.

I saw my ex kissing someone else at the bar. That night I crossed a line I’d never crossed before, and spent months charging for pleasure.

They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.

We were two married business partners, a pricey SUV, and two hundred kilometers ahead. They were twenty and had an attitude that changed everything.

The man who could get them out of Morocco had one condition: no money, no jewelry. He only wanted to film them.

Three days away, the house trashed after a party, and him in my bed, naked as if it were his. I should have thrown him out.

I went to the hotel in my black dress with my mind made up. What I didn’t expect was for my own body to betray me like that.

She had spent weeks preparing the trip that would put distance between them. But he appeared at her door before she could escape.

I was nineteen, with a half-finished history assignment, when Rodrigo first stared at my cleavage. I never imagined it would take a decade to collect.

I had spent two years working for Adrián without crossing a line. That afternoon in the Mediterranean, amid heat and wine, everything changed.

I met her in the kitchen at a party and she whispered in my ear that she'd been watching me all night. That night changed everything.

We’d spent twenty years talking on Discord. When we finally met, she arrived in a latex dress with something in her bag that changed everything.

I put on the already worn sneakers and thick socks, ready for a full day of sightseeing. He had no idea every step was a gift prepared for him.