Oral

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.

The next morning, Marta looked at me over her coffee with a smile that wasn’t innocent. She’d used my laptop. She knew everything, and I had nowhere to hide.

I climbed those stairs with my heart racing, never imagining I would leave the apartment transformed, 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.

When he ran back to the car, I was still planning to leave him at the station. At three in the morning, he was pressed against my back, searching for me beneath the sheet.

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 curious and a little disgusted, but she kept insisting until I heard myself say yes. What happened that afternoon at her house still makes me smile.

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.

He’s always so serious in front of everyone else. No one imagines that one look from him is enough to make me lower my gaze, approach, and kneel without being asked.

I knew he’d come looking for me sooner or later. I just had to wait beneath the streetlamp and let his guilt do the rest of the work for me.

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.

The meter had expired, and he was already kneeling with the wheel clamp. I had only a few seconds to convince him another way.

I only wanted to sleep, but the crack in the bedroom door let the light through, and my mother’s low laugh stopped me dead before I reached my room.

There are confessions that get stuck in your throat. This is one of them, and I’m telling it exactly as it happened: shamelessly, uncensored, and with a huge smile.

When she opened the hidden folder on her phone and turned the screen toward me, I realized the shy girl had finally dared to tell it all.

I was fifteen, had a free period, and my boyfriend’s house was empty. What happened that afternoon I still remember in every detail.

She was twenty, had a date in three days, and had never touched a man. She asked me for help—and I knew someone willing to be her first lesson.

I never thought kneeling in front of him, silently and in secret, would become my favorite pleasure. But that free hour changed everything.