Oral

When we got to Pablo and Vera’s place, the champagne was already cold. I tried to act calm. My body had been betraying me for weeks every time he brought it up.

I moved to an unfamiliar city, and the first man to enter my apartment was also the most attractive. He had a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him.

She was seventy years old and had a body that defied every one of them. When she told me in my ear she hadn’t been touched in ten years, I knew the night wasn’t over yet.

As a closet cross-dresser, I went to the most important interview of my career with lace panties under my suit. I thought no one would know. I was wrong.

Valeria called to tell me her husband wanted a threesome. I hung up thinking it was her problem. That night I was in her living room, beer in hand and my heart racing.

That night the three of us wore light clothes in front of the TV. I tried to hide what they were doing to me just by looking at them.

Marcos set the bottle on the bar and said out loud what the two of them had been keeping silent for days. The bartender pretended not to hear.

I’d spent months thinking about her, about her feet, about her mouth. The Halloween party gave us the night we’d both wanted without saying it out loud.

She was 37, had a stunning body, and nearly a year of loneliness built up inside her. When she chose me at the gym, I knew some nights aren’t planned.

I always trained alone, in silence, never looking at anyone. He’d been watching me for three months, and I found out when it was already too late to walk away.

I opened the hotel-room door, and there was Renata: just like her pictures, but with nerves no image could ever capture.

Four friends, a house near the beach, and a bottle of vodka. What started as a game became the most intense night of my life.

He barely remembers that night. Only the pain when he woke up and the certainty that something in him had changed forever.

On the drive, she put her hand on my thigh and didn’t take it away. At dinner, she looked at me as if I were dessert. Going upstairs was only a matter of time.

I’d been burning up for an hour with Rodrigo not home. When I called the sex shop, I never imagined the clerk would show up at my door ten minutes later.

We never talked about it, never discussed it. He came in her and turned his head toward me. That was enough to know what I was supposed to do.

When Marcos told me about the man who bathed naked by the riverbank, I couldn’t get him out of my head. That night I went to see for myself.

He arrives, turns me around, and pulls down my pants. Without saying a word. That’s how it began, and that’s how it’s worked ever since.

Claudia thought of herself as a respectable, religious, faithful mother. But that afternoon, kneeling in front of her own son, she understood she could no longer ignore the darkness in her.

I was the impeccable stepmother, the woman who made the rules. But when my stepson appeared naked before me, I knew my rules were made of paper.