Oral

The shutter was half lowered and the key turned twice behind me. I came without my ring and with twelve years of silence on my tongue.

I followed her out into the street convinced it would be just another night. I had no idea what she was hiding under that tight dress or how far she would take me.

I opened the door wearing almost nothing but a robe. When I saw him on the landing, I knew that Saturday in February would be memorable for a very different reason than the heat.

He called me as evening fell to warn me he’d be late. By then I’d already started getting ready: the wig, the makeup, the plug. Only him was missing.

Rubén filled the coffee maker while, on the other side of the window, our women stopped pretending. Neither of us looked away, and then his hand found mine.

I only wanted sun and silence. I wasn’t looking for anyone, least of all a man who waited for me on the shore just to tell me he wasn’t letting me go.

I went up for air because I couldn’t stand the heat. I heard his footsteps on the stairs and knew, before I even turned around, that I wouldn’t sleep that night.

She stepped out of the bathroom, saw me half-dressed in my uniform, and said: “you’ve got strong legs.” That’s when I knew the afternoon wasn’t going to end like the others.

I was dreaming about both of them when I felt someone climb onto the bed. A warm hand traced my back, and I knew before opening my eyes that it wasn’t Mateo.

I crouched among the pines and watched Bruno kneel before a stranger. In that moment, I understood why he'd been avoiding me for weeks.

When I carried her suitcases upstairs and she bent down in front of me without a shred of shame, I knew those days under my roof would not go as I’d imagined.

It was six forty. She checked her watch, asked me to pull over by the alley, and before I could ask anything, she was already kissing me.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the pleasure and saw her leaning against the doorframe, watching us. She said nothing. She just slid a hand inside her shorts.

That night I didn’t have a condom in my bag, nor any intention of asking him to put one on. I only wanted to find out how far we could go.

I got into the car thinking about my flight. Three days later, when I got off the plane, he was already waiting with an offer that made me sweat before I even shut the car door.

We were newbies and nervous, but that couple sitting at the back of the club looked at us like they already knew exactly what we’d come for.

I was nineteen, with a girlfriend who was crazy about another man. It took me a year to understand that her betrayal, far from hurting me, was what turned me on most.

When Mateo took off his swim trunks, I saw my wife stop moving her eyes. I was too drunk to stop what that look had just begun to promise.

I wrote it thinking no one would ever read it. The day my mother opened that notebook, everything between us stopped having a way back.

With days left before my trip, she called me for an innocent favor. Neither of us imagined we'd end up locked inside, in the dark, without clothes.