Oral

Going out in a thong and bra under my leggings was my secret ritual. I didn’t expect anyone to dare follow me. Or that I’d want them to so badly.

I lowered my face toward her and felt it immediately: a taste that wasn’t hers. I knew what had happened, but I said nothing. I kept going.

I met him in a park I didn’t know, in a city that wasn’t mine. He invited me to his apartment and we lost track of time.

Lucía and Marcos started fucking in front of us as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I couldn’t even move.

I lived on the farm and could wear women’s clothes all day without anyone bothering me. Until a stranger wrote saying he liked my photos.

When I came out of the shower, she was there in black lingerie with that smile I hadn’t seen in years. That night she had a plan for me I would never have imagined asking for.

Sandra needed help with a blind. I needed to forget the worst day of my life. Neither of us expected Valentina to arrive so soon.

Valeria was 26 when we went on vacation together. I’d spent days unable to stop looking at her, and neither of us knew what was about to happen.

I had endured months of her games, but that night the jokes finally ended. What came after had no name for either of us.

After weeks of silence, she called to ask if I was alone. Half an hour later, she was at my door in a floral dress, with something to give me.

I’d been in the swinger world as a single guy for months until I was summoned to an apartment and recognized my best friend’s grandmother serving me whiskey.

I announced myself, as we always did. He told me to come in. I found him in the bathroom, shaving, naked. He had the body I’d tried not to look at for months.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

I brought wine to his room at eleven at night under the pretense that I couldn’t sleep. We both knew it was a lie, but neither of us said it out loud.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.

My friends were late and he appeared without my calling him. Ten minutes later, we both already knew where we were going to end up.

I went to fix his washing machine with a red thong under my pants. I only had to find the moment for him to notice. He said nothing, but he kept watching.

I slipped in quietly and found him by the window, absorbed in what was happening across the street. My youngest son was no longer a boy, and I saw everything.

I arrived at their apartment at the agreed time. He opened the door in a bathrobe; she came down later, nervous and excited. It would be a long night.

The first time I saw him at that dinner, I knew that man was unlike the others. Months later, I was the one asking him for more.