Oral

“Want to test it before you decide?” he asked, and Mariana understood that neither of them would spend that afternoon talking only about the projector.

When the breeze raised gooseflesh on her skin, she knew that full-moon night wouldn’t end on the shore. And she didn’t want it to.

I put on the smallest bikini I had and went down to the garden just to see his face. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wasn’t going to stop.

I went down to the kitchen to make coffee and felt his gaze fixed on my back. I knew what was going to happen, and for the first time in months I didn’t want to stop him.

There was just one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without a word, we both knew the wait was over.

I took off my bikini in the jacuzzi, knowing he was watching me from the roof. What I came to forget became the only thing I remember about the trip.

That night, while I was correcting his exercises in the hotel room, I felt his gaze fixed on me and knew I could no longer be just his teacher.

Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on warm sand and far from home, she decided she was done watching from the shore.

I barely knew him, but when that stranger grabbed me in front of everyone, the driver set down his drink at the bar and walked over with a calm that was scarier than any shout.

He didn’t do much for me physically, but the idea of being wanted was intoxicating. When he climbed onto the stool to fix the fan, I knew exactly how I’d pay him back.

I walked through his doorway expecting to find him asleep. What I saw brought back memories I thought were buried, and I couldn’t bring myself to turn away.

I walked behind my son with Bruno pressed against my back, holding my breath. I knew it was wrong—and that was exactly why I couldn’t stop.

When I opened the front door, I knew that woman was going to ruin my night. I had no idea how far she’d take it, or where she’d end up kneeling in front of me.

The request came from a shy boy, my nephew’s friend. I took weeks to answer him and a month to admit I wanted him in my bed.

We weren’t planning anything that afternoon. But when he dropped his pants in front of me, I knew I was about to try something I’d never tried before.

It had barely been five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

For six months I clung to a memory and my lonely nights. On Friday I took off my underwear at a rest stop and drove the rest of the way trembling.

It had been months since I’d had a good cock, so when that daddy in the white Mercedes messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

She knew that every Thursday she hung the laundry at the same time. That morning I decided to step out wearing nothing at all, just to see her face. I didn’t expect her to smile like that.

When she told him she was “hanging in there,” Tino understood that word weighed the same as his own: years of cold sheets. And in the middle of the street, they decided to fix it.