Oral

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.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

We had gone to that apartment telling ourselves we were just going to have a drink. By the time the poker deck came out, it was already too late to be honest with myself.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Every time I crossed my legs in class, his eyes went down on their own. It took me two Tuesdays and one Friday to get him to invite me to the private reading room.

Valentina showed up in the red dress and smiled when she saw the blackjack tables. That night was the highest bet in her husband’s private casino.

There were five of us in the apartment, it was cold, and someone put on the wrong disc. That afternoon I learned that stupid bets are sometimes the best ones to lose.

She was my mother’s friend, she was fifty, and when she looked at me from the edge of her desk, I knew the papers I’d brought were only an excuse.

Kwame parked his truck at noon, and before setting off the next day he had left his mark on three different bodies. Some sought him out; others simply gave in.

At seven in the morning, I arrived for my workout. She locked the locker room door and said, “Today’s class isn’t on the regular menu.”

My boss’s wife called me a bitch in her private messages. If she thought it was true, that afternoon I was going to prove her right.

She had spent centuries in the shadows without desiring anything. But when she saw me alone in the library, something in her changed forever.

I close my eyes and she appears: tall, dark, with a cock I never expected to find—and now can’t get out of my head.

I closed the laptop and could still feel his imaginary hands on my skin, the deep voice giving orders I obeyed without hesitation. A fantasy so real it left me shaking.

Marco had spent a year kissing her feet in silence. The night he left to capture a rival, he returned as the sole master of the mansion.

I’m twenty-eight years old and I have a list of fantasies I almost never tell anyone. This is my full confession, unfiltered.

I was about to get to the motel when his phone rang. He went white. I stayed burning hot, in my coat and stockings, twenty minutes from home.

When he offered to drive me to the supermarket in his car, I thought I was saving my husband time. It was the last time I thought about him that night.

She arrived in the living room in a black dress and a smile that knew exactly what it was doing. My wife looked at her the way I did. All three of us knew the afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.