Oral

I had never set foot outside dressed as a woman. That early morning, I painted my lips in a gas-station bathroom and drove to him without thinking about what would follow.

I kissed him in the car as if I had wanted him all my life, and only then did I realize that the boy I had watched grow up was no longer a child.

Every night I closed my eyes and returned to the same image. I knew it was wrong, but curiosity proved stronger than any guilt.

We were dancing when he leaned to my ear and reminded me what he’d seen that other night. Half an hour later, I was climbing into his pickup at the end of the driveway.

The first time Carla crossed her legs in the back seat, I knew those drives were going to complicate my life far more than I ever imagined.

I came downstairs in the set I’d hidden for weeks, and from the way he looked at me, I knew there would be no turning back that night.

I arrived with my tape measure and my nerves frayed. All I wanted was to avoid the west wing, but he had already asked for me at reception.

I thought the house was empty, but the murmurs were coming from upstairs. I stood frozen on the staircase, unable to go up or leave.

I agreed under three clear conditions, with my husband’s hand trembling in mine. What happened in the living room still makes me question how well I know him.

She told me to come back at ten, when she was closing, and promised to suck me better than anyone. It took four nights to find her at the register again.

When I climbed into the passenger seat and he said, “Look what you’re doing to me,” I knew I wouldn’t leave that taxi the same person I was before.

I took off my sweatshirt on the stairs, waited to hear the shower running upstairs, and returned to the kitchen determined to stop that man from looking at the refrigerator.

I was only supposed to take them home after the party. I never imagined that her alcohol-loosened friend would turn that late-night drive into something I still haven't finished telling.

I didn’t turn on the light. I only felt her hands pulling at my clothes and her mouth seeking me in the dark, without a single word, as if she knew by heart what she had come to do.

I like provoking people, I admit it. But that morning, when I picked them up in the truck with nothing beneath my leggings, I knew the weekend would get out of hand.

I always wondered where he got so much money. When he finally showed me, my best friend stood before me in white stockings and with a smile that changed everything.

My boyfriend thought I wouldn’t dare. He bet I’d only get the gardener worked up from the window, but that afternoon he ended up on his knees in front of me.

I walked into that workshop giving orders, as I always do. I never imagined that a grease-covered mechanic would remind me who was really in charge that afternoon.

I looked up at the professor everyone feared, and my blood ran cold: it was the woman I’d masturbated with on camera for two years.

We'd been together for months when I dared to tell him, with his cock still in my hand, that I'd never wanted a man who understood pleasure so much.