Oral

In everyday life nobody walks all over me. But when the lights go out and he looks at me like that, I disappear. I only exist to do what he orders.

When she came in soaked with her friends, I knew that night was going to wreck all my plans. And when she called me by name, I understood the past never really disappears.

We were a married couple used to sharing everything. When Marcos arrived from tour with that same old smile, we knew dinner would have to wait.

When Sofía invited us to see the baby’s room, none of us imagined we’d end up hearing her most intimate, unfiltered confessions.

He was the boss’s son: proper, shy, well-mannered. I never imagined what he did on Friday nights when he disappeared.

Adrián kept looking at me while working shirtless. When I saw the bulge in his pants, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different.

I got there before Daniela and a girl offered me a drink at the bar. I didn’t know that night we’d end up the three of us in bed, doing things none of us had planned.

When I was left flat broke and unable to pay the rent, Lorenzo knocked on my door at ten sharp. I had never been with a man before that night.

When I saw him come in, too afraid to lift his gaze, I thought it would be just another appointment. It wasn’t. What I found beneath that gown kept me awake for days.

The excuse was a Pilates app and her empty living room. What happened next wasn’t in any exercise program.

When Don Eduardo closed the office door, Valeria knew they hadn’t come to discuss any report. They both held a secret, and that made them equals.

Lorena had a reputation for liking women. I never paid it any mind until that spring morning when we ended up trapped together.

I went to Andrea’s party with nerves on edge. I didn’t expect to meet her mother: a mature woman with a perfect body and a fiery gaze who hooked me from the first second.

I had spent months exchanging messages with him, unsure whether I would dare. Then the day came, and I climbed into the taxi with trembling hands and stockings in my backpack.

We had been exchanging photos and audio messages for months that his wife would never see. When we finally met, everything we had imagined became real.

I was eighteen and had no experience. She had a husband, a daughter in my class, and the skill to keep me from sleeping since the first day.

He asked me for directions and I walked with him without thinking. I never imagined that minutes later I’d be against the wall of a building under construction with my pants at my ankles.

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

I saw him on the harbor terrace: tall, bearded, broad-shouldered. Marcos glanced at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

The first time I went in, I didn’t know what happened in the dark. A stranger’s hand brushed my leg and changed everything forever.