Oral

My heels were killing me and the wig was itching, but when that man looked at me from across the room, I knew the night had only just begun.

When I opened the bathroom door and saw Sandra in that little skirt and red-painted lips, I knew the original plan no longer existed.

When I got into the truck with him that night, I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t imagine was ending up on my knees in the dark looking at him like that.

Andrés had spent months looking for a way out and found it where he least should have: in his own wife’s body.

Martín arrived with a ladder and a toolbox. Doña Carmen saw him from the window taking off his shirt in the sun and knew the job would be a long one.

Valeria didn’t want expensive gifts. She wanted to be the main course of a night where everyone bet on her and her husband watched with pride.

When I walked into his room that night, he was already waiting for me. There was something different in his gaze, something I had never seen in my son’s eyes before.

When I opened the door for him, I felt his eyes lock onto the black strap peeking over my jeans. He smiled before pushing me inside.

When I opened my eyes in that black marble suite, she was there, naked, looking at me like she’d known me forever. And maybe death was my best accident.

I was only going to try on some jeans. She was on the other side of the curtain, with a smile unlike the one she gave any ordinary customer.

That Saturday he came over to correct my posture without being asked. By Monday, we already had a silent arrangement and I had chosen the right thong.

We shut the door, turned on the console, and my brother lay back on my legs with that nervous smile he only gets when he’s hiding something he’s dying to tell.

I’d promised myself a quick one before getting back to work. We came twice, with his taste still in my mouth when I went downstairs for coffee.

When my husband traveled, the two old men on the fifth floor invited me to celebrate a birthday. What happened on the dining table should never have happened.

When Ataq explained that Inuit hospitality included sharing wives, my wife and I looked at each other in silence. That night, the heat came from somewhere else.

The fourth round of daiquiris lowered everyone’s defenses, but nobody expected Daniela’s confession to end with all of us tangled up on the living-room rug.

She had just had her first experience with another woman when two strangers appeared at the zipper, and she knew the night was only beginning.

Her anniversary gift was waiting for her on the other side of a hole in the wall. There was only one rule, and it was that I stayed to watch.

Three days had passed since the first time. Three days of imagining him, of feeling the burn every time she closed her eyes. That afternoon the club would be empty.

When Valeria slipped on the gold sandals and looked at me that way, I knew I wasn’t leaving with just a watch.