My Best Friend Provoked Me Until I’d Had Enough
For years I swallowed her provocations and played the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony overlooking the sea, something inside me broke.
For years I swallowed her provocations and played the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony overlooking the sea, something inside me broke.
I never imagined that the elegant, composed woman who raised me was hiding someone entirely different on the living-room armchair at two in the morning.
The first time I entered her apartment, I found a thong hanging in the shower—and knew our deal of food for hot water would cost me far more than a few empanadas.
He got two smiles out of me in one week, and I gave him my number. That afternoon, in his building’s stairwell, I taught him what an experienced woman can do.
When she handed me her card and told me to bring an appetite, I knew she wasn’t looking for conversation—she wanted someone who could keep up until dawn.
Ten years after their last goodbye, he watched her over his coffee and knew exactly how he would help her—and what he would demand in return.
The message had three lines: “In thirty minutes. Undress before you come in.” And the most feared commander at headquarters knew she was his again.
When the door opened again, Rubén realized that the previous night had only been the beginning of what those women planned to do to him.
My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.
The waitress had been watching me all through dinner. What I didn’t imagine was that she and her coworkers were waiting for us in the dark among the trees on the beach.
I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them in one after another while I lost count.
We went in looking for a gangbang and there were only two men sitting there in towels. They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten.
Connor didn’t speak a word of Spanish, so when I started stripping my wife in front of him, he didn’t understand a thing until it was already too late to leave.
The phone rang after midnight. It was her, but she didn’t say a word: she just turned the camera so I could see, in the dim light of that car, what she was doing.
When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.
I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.
She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.
I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.
A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew nobody would interrupt us.
When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.