Oral

When I saw the truck driving away down the road, my body started beating differently. I knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he and I were left alone in that house.

Behind each of the three holes there could have been anyone. I couldn’t see a thing. I only felt hands, mouths, and a familiar gaze watching me from the other side.

When he knocked on my door at midnight, I knew he’d lied to his wife again. And I knew, too, that tonight would be mine alone.

I saw my own face on his phone screen, lost among the hair on his torso, and understood that the afternoon in the sauna hadn’t been as anonymous as I’d thought.

My parents said that neighbor was trouble. I only knew that every time I ran into her in the elevator, I struggled to breathe and didn’t know why.

I sent a photo of my open pussy from the café bathroom. What happened next, in front of that picture window, still makes my legs shake.

I thought I ruled the bedroom—untouchable, demanding. Then you went down on me and opened me up, and I found out how much I liked obeying.

Camila and I accepted the invitation without imagining that behind that door lived a family where everyone shared far more than the dining table.

That stormy night I came home soaked and opened the bedroom door without warning: what I saw on our bed changed my mind more than any accusation could.

I wore my new trainers on a Saturday morning, never imagining I’d come home with my leggings wet for reasons that had nothing to do with running.

When lockdown was lifted, I’d been holding out for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three at once.

I accepted his money without imagining how he’d want it paid back. When he arrived that night with wine and that calm smile, I knew there was no turning back.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.

I climbed those stairs with my heart racing, never imagining I’d leave the apartment transformed into someone else, with a woman’s name on my lips.

For weeks, two shadows had followed her at a distance. That night, instead of hurrying away, she turned around and waited for them.

I locked the dressing room, opened the suitcase, and stopped being Tomás. That night at the club, I had no idea my own boss would push the door open.

I dialed the number he gave me on the road without knowing his name. In two hours he’d be at my door, and I’d already put on the blonde wig and my highest heels.

I was distracted by my phone when I felt his hands on my ribs. That night in the courtyard, nothing innocent was left between us.

It was raining, his place was empty, and I had a surprise waiting. I’d never done it before, but that afternoon I decided it was time to find out what desire tasted like.

I woke with one fixed idea between my legs and a name on my tongue. That morning, all of Pamplona smelled like sex to me, and I only wanted to find her.