A Respectable Lady Who Couldn’t Take It Anymore
I’d gone weeks without anyone touching me. When the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror with that half-smile, I knew I wasn’t going home alone that night.
I’d gone weeks without anyone touching me. When the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror with that half-smile, I knew I wasn’t going home alone that night.
I didn’t clean them off. I left the hotel with his cum between my toes and walked the whole city like that, feeling that I was his with every step.
The director looked me over when I signed the form. I’d been with that company twelve years, and I knew exactly what I had to do to win.
When I went downstairs to the kitchen it was three in the morning. He was sitting there with a cup in his hand, bare-chested, looking at me as if he’d been waiting for me.
I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.
The first time I saw him, I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.
No one spoke about what happened that week. It wasn’t necessary. The three of us knew something between us had changed forever.
He was around sixty and had a look that didn’t hide a thing. When he invited me to his place, I knew exactly what was going to happen.
Valentina had been looking at her differently all day. When the last guest left, the three of them went up to the suite and the silence said it all.
For years I was the beast in bed. Men feared me or pleased me. No one had ever tied me up. No one until I gave my email to that stranger in chat.
Still tasting her skin on my lips, I knew that night in the car would change everything I thought I knew about desire.
I was taking a deep breath in front of the bedroom door when his hands wrapped around my waist from behind. I wasn’t ready for what came next.
When I saw the masseur come into the oil room naked, I knew this was no ordinary anniversary gift. And I was right.
By day I was the invisible wife I had always been. By night I wrote what I was too afraid to ask for. Then someone read it and decided to give it to me.
I knelt before her on the patio floor, her sneakers in my hands and her gaze fixed on me. The taste was the least of it.
That giant of a man was eating a sandwich at the bar. One look was enough to know I’d be back at the nightclub door that night looking for him.
When Valeria corrected his form on the machine, he couldn’t help making it obvious. She saw it, smiled, and offered him something that wasn’t in any training plan.
The garden was dark when Marcos dragged me behind the hedges. What followed, amid champagne and bodies, was nobody’s plan.
I parked a block away so I wouldn’t make noise. The lights were off, but from the back of the house came laughter that didn’t fit any quiet gathering.
When she opened the bag in the parking lot, Diego understood that this afternoon was not going to end the way he had imagined.