Oral

We’d been at the same rhythm for years until she agreed to strip at a beach full of strangers. What happened next was better than I imagined.

I was eighteen, and my body wanted more than it could give. That night I walked into the living room in a nightgown and told my father exactly what I needed.

I sat as far away from her as possible at that dinner. But I ended up with my hand on her waist and her hips pressed hard against mine.

I saw him at the coast café at midday. That night he was at the club door with his security badge, and I knew I wasn’t leaving without trying him.

My friends never understood why I spent three months in a dead village. I never told them the truth: my grandfather was waiting for me with more than dinner.

When I saw her name on the screen, I knew what was coming. Her husband would work a double shift, the girls would be with her friend, and she’d be available all day.

He asked what the other men had been like. What he didn’t expect was that every answer brought him closer to the edge—and me too.

Three office colleagues invited her to stay after ten. They didn’t know Camila had her own rules for nights like this.

Rodrigo had been watching them from his towel for a while when Clara gave him the signal. The empty beach and violet sky did the rest.

I was warned she was bitter, that she hated men. What no one said is that behind that armor she’d gone years without anyone truly touching her.

When she whispered in bed what she wanted for her birthday, I knew that night would change everything. The private casino was only the beginning.

I sat on top of him and started telling him my filthiest fantasy. With every detail I added, I could see him coming apart a little more.

I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and my father’s voice built every detail. I wasn’t in my room anymore: I was with Rodrigo, and he was doing exactly what I’d dreamed.

I’d seen him on the app half an hour earlier: fifty-something, active, with a photo that promised. By midnight I was in his elevator and there was no turning back.

Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.

I crossed my legs to distract him, not knowing that two days later I’d be on my knees among his books while the other kids left school without suspecting a thing.

I went there out of curiosity alone, promising myself it would be one drink and that was all. But when the door opened before I knocked, I understood he’d been waiting for me for hours.

I’d spent seven days waiting for him. When he got off the plane, my body was screaming something he still didn’t know: I was on my period, and that night I didn’t care at all.

We were in her room with wine when she burst out laughing. “I never told you everything about Búzios.” I knew what was coming would shake me.

When I walked into the empty club room that afternoon, I already knew we weren’t going to talk about books. What I didn’t know was how long I’d been waiting for this—or how completely I’d lose myself.