Oral

Marisol thought her son was only watching his cousin. But that night, in the same dress and with the same curves, she learned the real temptation was her.

Baltasar smelled the tension the second the boy asked for a lift. He wasn’t after small talk: he wanted the same thing Baltasar did, and they both knew it without saying a word.

No one imagined that an empty vodka bottle spinning on a living-room rug would be enough to erase every line separating three couples.

I had spent years receiving messages with no substance, until a young couple wrote to me asking for something specific: for me to take control of both of them for an entire afternoon.

I’ve spent half my life going up into the mountains alone, but that October morning I came back down with more than a basket full. This really happened, and I still can’t believe it.

She’d been alone in that lost village for almost a year. Then two younger friends invited her over for wine, pizza, and confessions that changed everything.

My wife had already chosen her next conquest. What neither of us imagined was that the ending would start with me, alone with him, under the hot water of the locker room.

Marisa asked me for a break in our relationship, but that night she called me to join her in her favorite game: swapping partners in front of each other.

We were alone in the office at seven. By ten Camila was leaning against a shelf in the archive and I couldn’t think about the client anymore.

I came as a colleague’s plus-one, with no invite of my own. Three hours later I was locked in a penthouse with two porn stars and no intention of leaving.

There were no waves, no breeze, no reason to move from the towel. Until she sat up, looked at both of them, and said what neither dared to say out loud.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and froze in the doorway: they had already started without me, and that night there wasn’t a single line left to cross.

Marina thought it would be a classic threesome, her in the center. Until she saw her two straight friends looking at each other in a way that changed everything.

I told him over chat I’d leave dressed as a man, but I’d enter the hotel as a woman. What I didn’t tell him was how much I wanted that night.

For weeks I couldn’t get that man out of my head. One day I took the bus, called Bruno, and went back to the farm without telling anyone.

Two weeks had passed since the terrace. Tonight nobody planned to hold back, and the first game of truth or dare changed everything.

We arrived at the motel as always, but this time there was something different in her eyes and a hidden promise I never imagined she was ready to fulfill that afternoon.

That afternoon I only wanted to correct some sketches on a terrace. I ended up sharing beers with them and, weeks later, much more than conversation.

Three gin and tonics, two coworkers I barely knew, and a sofa. What started as office small talk turned into the most unexpected night of my life.

I arrived determined to behave. When the lights went down and that stranger’s body started moving among us, I knew something was about to spiral out of control.