Oral

I went into his room and found him with tears in his eyes. He was about to cancel his girlfriend’s visit out of fear of his first time. I couldn’t leave him like that.

He had a notebook of verses tucked under his arm and smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have gone back. But I did.

It had only been days since Luciana’s bisexual debut, and she was already asking for more. What we planned that night in Buenos Aires changed everything for her.

When she locked the door and moved behind me, I knew that grade review was not going to end the way I expected.

I went downstairs to get water and found her bent over the table, waiting. She’d been telling me no for weeks, and that night she decided it was yes.

I walked alone through dark streets, furious after seeing my boyfriend with another woman. I wasn’t looking for anything. And yet, I found something.

The app on the hidden phone said three men, a hotel, no romance. All I had to do was type “yes.” I did it before thinking twice.

Daniela asked me to drive her home. When we arrived, two neighbors were drinking beers outside. One had a secret my friend already suspected. I decided to find out.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

He arrived soaked, the marks from the last session still throbbing beneath his clothes. No one in the city knew that the most feared man came to kneel before me.

I suggested she sleep in my room so she wouldn’t be alone with her fear. I had no idea what would happen when she got into my bed.

When I saw the pickup's lights blinking in the parking lot, I knew the family breakfast could wait.

I put on Camila’s clothes as a joke. I ended up in a stranger’s apartment, not knowing how I’d gotten there or what was going to happen.

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.

It was when she asked me to unzip her dress. That was all. Then I locked the door and everything changed.

I had never been with a trans girl. I found her ad on a site, called not knowing what to expect, and on Saturday I climbed three floors toward something unnamed.

She has many names for me. None matter while I watch her obey from the other side of the screen, waiting for the day I have her on her knees in front of me.

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

My boyfriend didn’t show up to the Christmas party. Instead, his godfather—my neighbor across the street—offered me a drink, and that extra glass changed everything.

I couldn’t tell whether what I felt was jealousy or arousal. Probably both at once, and that frightened me more than anything else.