Oral

I always thought it was something for easy girls. Then I knelt in front of him, looked into the antique mirror, and realized I’d been wrong for years.

I’m not looking for love or promises. That afternoon I saw him cross the square and knew exactly what I wanted to ask, though I’d never dared go that far before.

She got the mechanic she’d been watching from the queue. When he slipped her his phone number “in case the car had problems,” they both knew the car was the least of it.

If you’ve never had a good blowjob, you don’t know what I’m talking about. And no, I don’t mean coming in her mouth. I’m going to tell you the secret I discovered by chance.

I opened the cabin door expecting an empty bunk and found five half-dressed strangers. That same night I understood why I travel alone.

At seven sharp, the clinic was empty and the doctor locked the door behind him. Mercedes had no idea her burn would be the least of what was stinging that morning.

I asked for help getting to the restroom in that impossible suit. What she did after she closed the door behind us wasn’t in my contract.

I got on the most crowded car to escape hands I didn’t want, never imagining I’d end up wanting other hands in full view of the platform.

I accepted the date dressed as a woman, not knowing that afternoon in his car I would decide everything that came after. He just looked at me and said: “You’re going to have clients.”

She was cleaning the terrace in a thong and little else, not knowing two men were spying on her from across the building. And me, seeing her desired, drove me insane.

A stranger promised to meet me in the back row, but I ended up in the hands of everyone else, offered up again and again in the dark.

We went to Formentera so people could watch her. I never imagined how far she’d be willing to go when that foreigner spread his towel just a few meters from us.

She told me that if I wanted her ass, I’d have to earn it. What I didn’t expect was for her to show up at my door on New Year’s Eve, suitcase in hand and giving orders.

It was an April afternoon. I went out without a bra and in a tiny thong. I had no idea my husband would stop at the abandoned gas station and do that to me.

“Not a sound,” she warned him before kneeling on the cold tiles. Her son was still upstairs, and the shower water didn’t cover everything.

I stepped out of the pool in my underwear and felt her watching me. I was no longer her friend’s son—I was a man, and she knew exactly what she wanted from me.

Carmen thought she knew every corner of her home—until Marisol told her, in a low voice, everything that had happened while she was away.

The seat beside him was occupied by her, with those crossed legs in the dim light. She said it was better to talk it through with me than with strangers. I had no idea where it would lead us.

I’d been watching her out of the corner of my eye on the stairs for weeks. The afternoon I came home and found her on my sofa, I learned desire doesn’t care about labels.

I stripped in silence, put on the ears and collar, and slipped into his bed before he woke. I owed him too much to keep pretending I only wanted to care for him.