I Started Desiring the Doorman in My Building
For weeks I kept going down with excuses. He glanced at me from the side and looked away. Then a package arrived that wouldn’t fit in the elevator, and everything changed.
For weeks I kept going down with excuses. He glanced at me from the side and looked away. Then a package arrived that wouldn’t fit in the elevator, and everything changed.
He was older than my father, had the hands of a man used to getting what he wanted, and looked at me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
Three months after the breakup, I downloaded an app. I had no idea that older man would give me the most intense night of my life.
We arrived at the hotel like strangers who knew each other by heart. That was how we had lived for seven months before everything exploded in that room.
I was tied to the table when he knelt in front of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d asked for something like that, but three men was a different level.
Andrés used to tell me the neighbor watched us too much. He was right. But that August afternoon, when the doorbell rang and I went to open it, I was glad he wasn’t home.
I’d spent twelve years waiting for Valeria to look at me like that. That night she finally did, but not in the way I’d imagined.
I walked into her room with a tray and she looked at me from the bed, almost naked, and asked: “Do you like what you see?” Something in me woke up without warning.
He suggested we fuck while looking out at the horizon, with the field all to ourselves and the sunset light falling slowly. I didn’t hesitate for a second.
I went in with her thinking we were buying lubricant. I came out knowing Laura was capable of things I’d never imagined, even in my hottest fantasies.
Ten years without seeing each other, and one champagne dinner was enough to bring everything between them to light. Some friendships hide something more.
I boarded in Cologne looking for rest. What I found in that group was something I had never known how to ask for before.
When Marcos called with “the perfect plan,” I never imagined ending up shirtless, betting everything on a card. That night was more than anyone expected.
When he got there first, she was already looking at the shelves with a book she wasn’t reading. They were the only two. And neither pretended to be surprised.
When she opened the door, I knew the search was over. Valentina had curves you can’t fake and a direct gaze that promised so much more.
Every Friday he took her home, pretending they were just friends. She knew it. So did he. But neither dared say it aloud.
When I rolled down the window, Laura had already decided that night would have no limits. The strangers outside the car could tell.
I had been ignoring their looks for months. That night, for some reason I still don’t quite understand, I decided not to keep walking.
She waited with the table set, the new lingerie on, and a bottle of wine. The next day the three of them had breakfast together, and Valeria decided how to collect the debt.
Lucía took my neck with the same calm as always. That night the destination was different: her lover had just been there, and she didn’t need to say anything else.