Oral

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.

It had been weeks since I’d set foot in her apartment, but that night, with two half-finished beers and her hand sliding up my thigh, I knew my vacation was off to a very good start.

When he slipped his bare foot beneath the tablecloth and brushed my thigh, I knew the boy I’d been ignoring for weeks was going to get what he’d been asking for.

Every week they repeated the same private ritual, but that night, with her cousin sleeping on the other side of the hall, she discovered how much she liked obeying.

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.

At forty-four I thought nothing could surprise me anymore, until a man with grease-stained hands looked at me like no one had in years.

I found her crying in the kitchen, the phone still in her hand and her husband’s voice still echoing. I only meant to comfort her; I swear the rest wasn’t in my plans.

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 the lockdown ended, I had been holding back for too long. I went out determined to find what I needed, never imagining it would be three men at once.

My mother rented out the extra room to two newly arrived brothers, and from the first day I felt them stripping me with their eyes. I never imagined how far it would go.

My friend gently nudged me with a knowing smile. “Go,” she said. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off you all night.” And she was right.

There are things a woman never tells anyone. This is the one I kept for years, the one that still makes me tremble when I pass that cinema.

I thought I’d have time to pull myself together before he came back from the kitchen. I was wrong. His voice behind me came just as I was whispering his name.

I knocked on the seventh-floor door with the bucket in my hand and my heart racing. Neither of us believed in the cleaning excuse anymore, and I stopped caring.

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.