Oral

We’d been drinking for two hours when I half-jokingly blurted out what I’d been imagining for years. He laughed. I didn’t.

I was lightly dressed, wearing almost nothing, when something huge and wet burst out of the undergrowth and seized my arms before I could scream.

When I saw her photo, I knew I wouldn’t sleep that night: I undressed her in my mind and let my imagination cross the kilometers my body couldn’t.

I ran through the downpour to my door thinking I was safe. I didn’t realize he had come in behind me until I felt his hand on my back.

It was almost closing time when the bell rang. He and she came in, asked for black lace, and, without knowing it, offered me the afternoon I’d spent months fantasizing about alone.

I know I shouldn’t, but every time I walk home alone in the early hours I look for him: that stranger who’ll pin me to the wall and not ask permission.

She crossed half the kingdom for a legendary relic; what she didn’t expect was to kneel before those guarding it, or to desire it with every fiber of her body.

“I live inside the lake,” she told him without blinking. Damián took her for an eccentric and followed her anyway. What he found at the bottom was no heaven.

When I opened my eyes I wasn’t at my desk: I was naked, tied to the teacher’s chair, and heels were beginning to circle me in the empty classroom.

The moment I cast off I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end with a simple sail: she was already looking at me differently, with that half-smile promising much more.

I sat between an older man and a guy who was to die for. Then the train slammed to a halt, the lights went out, and a hand found mine.

I thought the noise between the crates was rats. It was her, crouched in the dark, and the moment she smelled my fear I knew I wouldn’t be going home the same.

Convinced a creature had stolen his fortune, Damián tied her to his table leg. What he didn’t expect was for her to offer to settle the debt with her body.

It only took a certain tone of voice for my son to drop the controller and my wife to strip naked. It took me two weeks to figure out what to do with that.

For weeks I’d been imagining a night like that, without names or promises. What I didn’t imagine was that he’d be watching me from the bar like he already knew everything.

No one believed him when he said the beast was real. So he went back into the mountains to find her, even if it meant losing himself forever in the snow and in her claws.

She expected a frail husband she could despise. When the king bowed to kiss her hand, the tip of his tongue brushed her skin and she knew she was wrong.

She ordered me to strip in her living room and start sweeping. I was just her toy that afternoon, and every slap on my ass reminded me who was in control.

I knew that blouse would make him nervous. What I didn’t imagine was how far I’d be willing to take it that afternoon, with the apartment empty and the door closed.

They said the night was just getting started and that their flat was two streets away. Neither of us said no, and that changed everything between us.