Oral

I’ve never been attracted to men, but the thick cock of a macho who knows how to give orders drives me wild. Does that make me bisexual or something worse? I need someone to tell me.

Dommes squeeze, ring, burn them. We barely lick. The first time I looked at a pair up close was in a student flat, long before I knelt before anyone.

There were five of us and a town by the sea. What began as a joke over laughter and beer became the weekend that changed everything between us.

We’d had one clear rule for years, but that morning I understood that renewing the contract meant climbing onto the notary’s table in front of everyone.

I walk between the lockers with a towel over my shoulder and I feel every gaze. They pretend not to look, but their bodies answer me before their words do.

It took me two weeks to admit I wanted it to happen again. And one dawn, instead of running away, I sat on that stair and waited for them.

When they carried him to bed asleep, I knew that night wouldn’t end like the others. And I regret nothing that happened after.

I opened the door wrapped in a towel, still wet, convinced it was a package. It was him, with flowers in one hand and a smile that promised nothing innocent.

That early morning I lost my money, my underwear, and the idea I had of myself. What happened afterward in that empty park I had never told anyone.

We’d been neighbors for years and barely exchanged a hallway hello. That night, when I put my sweater over her shoulders, I knew we were done pretending.

I let my guard down the moment he stepped into the stall. I hadn’t come looking for any of that, but his voice ordered me to kneel and I no longer knew how to say no.

I waited for the doors to close. Diego was already kissing his girlfriend openly, and her sister kept glancing at me, biting her lip, not knowing what to do with her hands.

We went up to hang the laundry under any pretext. Among the water tanks on the rooftop, I discovered she was as impatient as I was to stop pretending.

He slipped a little note into my hand when he took the plate away. I read it in the room: it was his number. And I knew I wouldn’t be alone that night.

She’d go up to her room, open the closet, and change knowing we were watching from the street. I was the youngest in the group, but I was the first to go through her door.

I’d sworn her virginity was nonnegotiable. That morning, in the apartment a friend lent me, she showed me just how far she was willing to go.

I had seen him only once and couldn’t forget his body. When I learned he was looking for me too, I waited for my mother to go to work and let him in.

I thought the picnic area would be empty in that rain. Then she appeared, asked for a light, and two hours later let her dress slide to the floor.

I only meant to be nice and carry her grocery bags up to her apartment. She offered me a soda, changed clothes, and left her bedroom door ajar.

It began with a twisted ankle on the court and ended many weeks later, one night when her house was empty and there was no longer any reason to hold back.