Oral

Valentina had been looking at her differently all day. When the last guest left, the three of them went up to the suite and the silence said it all.

For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.

I’d spent the whole week rehearsing how to tell him what I needed that night. When he walked through the apartment door, I knew words would no longer be necessary.

I was taking a deep breath in front of the bedroom door when his hands wrapped around my waist from behind. I wasn’t ready for what came next.

By day I was the same invisible wife as always. At night I wrote what I didn’t dare ask for. Until someone read it and decided to give it to me.

He smelled of tobacco and the countryside, not expensive perfume. When I went down to the kitchen for water at three in the morning, I knew he’d be there, smoking under the moon.

I’d spent weeks telling myself it was the right thing: put distance between us, catch that plane, and never look back. But when I opened the door and saw him, everything went to hell.

That giant of a man was eating a sandwich at the bar. One look was enough to know I’d be back at the nightclub door that night looking for him.

When Valeria corrected his form on the machine, he couldn’t help making it obvious. She saw it, smiled, and offered him something that wasn’t in any training plan.

When Valentina took off her blouse in front of me with no hint of shame, I thought it was only confidence. I still didn’t know what she had planned for that afternoon.

I left the curtain open on purpose. She knew it and never stopped watching. That was how it all began: watching each other from afar until distance no longer mattered.