Oral

I had my ex’s blackmail on my phone and the law firm’s bill on my mind. When he saw the videos and smiled, I knew that fee wouldn’t be paid with money.

Her anger made her get out of the car on the highway. What she didn’t imagine was that she’d end the night in the cab of a truck driver she’d just met.

I went down thinking he’d stop any moment. That I’d say enough, that this wasn’t my thing. Fifteen minutes later I was screaming the opposite.

I crossed half of Spain to leave that afternoon by the pool behind, but the music and a stranger dragged me into repeating what I swore I’d never feel again.

I lowered my eyes every time she walked into the shop, pretending to count screws. What I never knew was that she was studying me too.

I recognized her at the bar by the way she moved. She was my ex-player’s girl, the one who used to cheer behind the bench, and that night no one was holding her back anymore.

I opened the door wearing only a button-front dress and nothing underneath. If he understood the invitation, great; if not, I’d know how to make it clear.

I look at myself in the mirror in my garter belt and fishnets, and I smile: I lost the bet, and I know exactly what he’s going to ask of me this afternoon.

When I knelt in front of him while he was driving, I knew those last miles of road would stay with me far longer than I admitted.

For weeks I kept him at bay with a smile and an “not yet.” That night, when his hand found mine, I knew I didn’t want to keep waiting.

I put on the red heels, the baby doll, and the wig, placed a random order, and waited for a stranger to knock on my door in the rain.

I had never been with anyone like him. When he opened the door and I had to look up at his face, I knew that night would no longer belong to me.

I found a glass of wine, a black blindfold, and a heated text on the screen. I read it slowly and understood that that night my husband had decided to fulfill his greatest desire.

He ordered me into the confessional in my finest lingerie and told me to whisper my sins to the priest. What I didn’t expect was for him to decide I needed penance.

Mariela recognized that hoarse voice before she even turned around. The true owner of the office had returned, bringing all the old rules with him.

I’d been watching her train for months without daring to do anything. That night she invited me to her house and I discovered the shy woman from the gym was hiding someone very different.

He was pretending to wait for someone at the entrance when the three women came over laughing. One asked if I was free that night. I had no idea how far it was going to go.

For months I watched her through the peephole at 7:15 sharp. What I didn’t know was that she counted my steps behind hers every time she went downstairs.

Uploading the video was only the beginning. That Saturday dawn I understood that watching was no longer enough: I wanted a stranger to touch me for real.

I spotted her in the back of the bar and my heart lurched: it was her, the teacher who stole my sleep when I was just a kid. And this time I was no longer that child.