Oral

They turned off the bus lights and he put his hand over mine. None of the sleeping passengers knew what was happening under that blanket.

Rodrigo doesn’t know everything that happened on that trip. Only the version I chose to tell him. The truth is darker, more delicious.

Every morning I wake in my cage with the vibrators in place, waiting for Master to come down for me. Today will be a very long day.

They arrested me at four in the morning and I thought everything was lost. I had no idea what my lawyer would do when she came into that cell alone with me.

The kids were sleeping just ten feet away. I couldn’t make a sound. But when his hands slid under my pajamas, I knew we weren’t sleeping anytime soon.

I’d gone weeks without anyone touching me. When the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror with that half-smile, I knew I wasn’t going home alone that night.

Some clients pay for pleasure, and some pay for power. I learned the difference too late, when I already had the scars to prove it.

The director looked me over when I signed the form. I’d been with that company twelve years, and I knew exactly what I had to do to win.

When I went downstairs to the kitchen it was three in the morning. He was sitting there with a cup in his hand, bare-chested, looking at me as if he’d been waiting for me.

The scene in the series lasted ten seconds. Enough for her to understand everything I’d been unable to tell her for months.

I climbed the metal stairs with my skirt clutched in one hand and four pairs of eyes trying to look between my legs. The man waiting upstairs wasn’t Raúl.

It started as a night of pizza and fernet. It ended with each girl confessing the dirtiest erotic fantasy she’d ever said out loud.

Put your foot beside mine, he said. Then your arm. Then your hand. And then I understood we weren’t comparing anything.