Oral

Bayron put the necklace on my bare skin, and I knew that work visit wasn’t ending in the office—it was ending in his room.

A patient hand came out from between the bars and stroked my stomach, unhurried. My husband undid one button on my shirt to make room for it.

I stepped off the steamer with a soaked blouse and my head full of other people’s bodies. None of the women on the dock prepared me for what happened that night at the hotel.

I heard her arguing with her husband through the courtyard. That night she came to my door with a flimsy excuse and her robe half-open. I had no idea what was coming.

Chiara pedaled right behind him on every climb, and every stop in the shade was a new excuse to get closer than necessary.

I walked into the suite expecting a frightened woman. I never imagined what was hiding under that long skirt, or how eagerly she meant to show me.

When they came back in, Noa was already naked and Andrés had hold of her from behind. I knew none of the five of us would sleep alone in our bed that night.

Three men, one woman at the center of the bed, and one rule everyone respected. That night, Noelia discovered something that bound her to one of them forever.

The parish priest asked me to stay after the church was empty. What happened in his office became my Sunday secret, and I don’t want it to end.

I was in my pajamas, coffee half-finished and a scorching novel in my hands, when I heard his key in the door and knew that morning wouldn’t end with reading.

I accepted the assignment thinking it was just another job. I had no idea that man from the calendar would get under my skin until he became impossible to forget.

The music vibrated through my body, his eyes never left me, and I knew that night I was going to do something I’d never regret.

I got out of the car, climbed the three flights without thinking, and the moment she opened the door, I knew I wouldn't let her get as far as the sofa that night.

I followed him down the hallway without thinking, my heart in my throat. I knew that if I pushed that door open there would be no going back—and I pushed it anyway.

I’m a mother of two, I’ve been married for over ten years, and I thought I was happy. Then he arrived and I discovered how long I’d forgotten desire.

I knew his eyes were fixed on my back as I undressed by the wardrobe. I left the bathroom door ajar on purpose: the invitation had been served.

I arrived at his door carrying depression and one too many beers. I wasn’t looking for sex. I was looking for someone who understood why I couldn’t face the mirror anymore.

We had exchanged hundreds of photos, but nothing had ever happened in person. Until that March afternoon when I picked her up and she already had a plan.

She had learned to dismantle any man with a smile, but none of them could keep up the game to the end. Until a stranger matched her pace without hurrying or running.

A burst pipe forced the men to sleep together. Toni on one side, me on the other, and between us, Sergio... who wasn’t sleeping quite as soundly as we thought.