Oral

I rolled down the window, exchanged a few words with her, and invited her in. I had no idea that the dark-haired girl on the unlit corner was waiting for me with a surprise between her legs.

We grew up sharing secrets beneath the stars. The night his father left for work, I discovered the boy I played with had become something else.

I climbed the stairs slowly, knowing he was looking under my dress, and for the first time I didn’t feel ashamed: I felt an overwhelming urge to let him see everything.

Less than a hundred meters from the music and champagne, she spread her legs in the sun without knowing someone was approaching. By the time she saw him, it was too late to close them.

I was twenty-two and had never been with another man. When I pushed open the ajar door to 5B, I knew I wouldn’t leave that night the same man I’d been when I walked in.

Three sleepless days, a nine-million-euro contract on the verge of collapse—and then she closed her tablet, stood up, and said she knew how to convince them.

I woke thirsty that night and found the door ajar. What I saw across the hallway left me frozen, afraid even to breathe.

I opened the door expecting just any old salesperson. What I didn’t expect was to find myself watching her breathing speed up every time my robe slipped a little farther open.

We’d spent months sharing coffees and confidences. That afternoon, with the cup still warm in my hands, she asked me something no friend ever dares to ask.

I had spent years admiring her from the stands. That night, with the coliseum empty and the adrenaline of the match still in my skin, I discovered she had been looking at me too.

She closed the tobacco shop early, climbed onto my bike, and wrapped her arms around my waist. We were both married, and we both knew that ride wasn’t ending at the lookout.

When she hung up the phone, I knew I’d be at her place the next day. Her husband was away. And my daughter would never look at me the same way again.

It was my first serious job: door-to-door sales. I never imagined that behind that townhouse there would be a man, a camera, and the afternoon that would change everything.

Everyone suspects what I am from the way I dress, but I never confirm it. It’s my secret, and telling it anonymously turns me on more than anything else.

He came out of the shower with the towel at his waist, as always that afternoon. But that neighbor’s look wasn’t the usual one, and he knew it before he even opened his mouth.

Bruno let me kneel in front of him, but he never kissed me: he said that wasn’t something you did with just anyone. I just wanted to stop being just anyone to somebody.

The blacksmith had gone to see the earl. We only needed a few minutes behind the woodpile to forget the whole world condemned what we had.

I was alone, enjoying the last afternoon sun, when a young man emerged from the water and sat too close. His question wasn't really about a cigarette.

When I stepped through the curtain marked “only studs,” I had no idea I’d end up holding a cock while its owner got fucked in front of me.

Her hand slid up my thigh and beneath my underwear. I expected to find what I had imagined so many times, but what I touched left me breathless.