Oral

There was something about the way he looked at me from the platform. It wasn’t just any look. I knew that if I went with him, I’d never be the same.

I’d wanted her since I was twenty. Five years, a marriage, and a child later, Elena showed up at my door.

They were both standing in the doorway of my room, watching me sleep. She was touching herself. So was he. And when I opened my eyes, neither of them stopped.

I dressed to impress no one, or so I thought. Two guards stopped me with a smile that said they knew exactly who I was.

I had been preparing that day for months: the wig, the dress, the lubricant. I thought I was alone at the abandoned lookout. The guard disagreed.

They tried to pry a secret out of me. What I didn’t know was that they were hiding something much bigger—and that afternoon would change our family forever.

I knew exactly what was going to happen when I walked into that room with him. I knew it and still closed the door. My husband was far away and I had too much tequila in my veins.

The key turned in the lock at the worst possible moment. Or the best. Dad didn’t even stop when my uncle appeared in the doorway and saw us.

We’d been together in front of the screen for months, each on his side. The afternoon Marcos reached out to me changed everything between us forever.

When I heard the door opening, I knew it was my son. It was already too late to stop what was happening, and I didn’t want to.

To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.

We had been studying for hours when the cold became unbearable. Sofía invited me into her bed to warm up. Neither of us expected what came next.

A few seconds of video were enough to make my knees shake. Since then, I’ve been rehearsing every detail in my mind: the room, him, and what comes next.

When she came back from the bathroom without any panties on, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to erase.

When Sofía invited us to see the baby’s room, none of us imagined we’d end up hearing her most intimate, unfiltered confessions.

When I saw him come in, too afraid to lift his gaze, I thought it would be just another appointment. It wasn’t. What I found beneath that gown kept me awake for days.

The excuse was a Pilates app and her empty living room. What happened next wasn’t in any exercise program.

Lorena had a reputation for liking women. I never paid it any mind until that spring morning when we ended up trapped together.

I went to Andrea’s party with nerves on edge. I didn’t expect to meet her mother: a mature woman with a perfect body and a fiery gaze who hooked me from the first second.

I was eighteen and had no experience. She had a husband, a daughter in my class, and the skill to keep me from sleeping since the first day.