Oral

My boss introduced him with a laugh, like it was an inside joke. Seven days later, that man had me bent over my own desk.

I went to the shoeshine stand to have my shoes polished and read comics. Neither of us imagined what he would end up keeping in his shirt pocket—or how far we’d go.

I got to the room first, with a cap and sunglasses, and sat on the edge of the bed not knowing what I’d do when that stranger knocked on the door.

I hadn’t seen Mateo, Diego’s father, in years. When we ran into each other that afternoon, I never imagined I’d end up on his sofa with borrowed red swim trunks and my breath coming fast.

I'd gone a month without touching anyone when he appeared across the hall in sweatpants that left very little to the imagination. And I was in my boxer briefs.

I boarded the plane with my cock hard, as I had every day for as long as I could remember. I never imagined that priestess would change my life in a single night.

My mouth was full of him when I heard the door. Then she appeared, with that half-smile that always knew how to say everything to me without opening her mouth.

At three in the morning, with the icy wind battering the tent, I slid under his blanket without asking. Mauri didn’t move, but I knew he wasn’t asleep.

I’d been thinking about it for months. That night, in a hotel far from home, I opened the app and let the first man who appeared one meter away come up to my room.

I went down to the bathroom with my heels in my hand and still not understanding what it would feel like to spend an entire day going out as Luna on Bruno’s arm in that town.

We’d watched weird videos on his computer at the office that time. What I didn’t expect was that months later, that same curiosity would end up on the couch, under the blanket.

When I lent Bruno the red brief that morning, I had no idea my neighbor would come looking for us and that the path to the river would end in something none of us had ever done before.

I took the elevator in heels and a wig, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone. He opened the door in a robe and called me a slut before I even said hello.

I looked at myself in the mirror wearing her lingerie, heels, and painted lips, and knew I couldn’t stay home. It was two in the morning.

We’d rejected three couples. When we finally found the perfect one, they gave us a condition we never expected, not even in our wildest dreams.

I got to the motel fifteen minutes early with sweaty hands. When I saw him cross the parking lot, I knew I wouldn’t leave that room the same man I’d been before.

That Saturday my aunt left in a hurry. Her lover was still asleep in the room. What I did in silence changed everything I thought I knew about myself.

Three months trading messages with a married stranger, until that afternoon at the mall when we knew we could no longer keep it online.

She only came to drop off some papers. When she sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, I knew the problem was going to be mine, not hers.

Bruno was waiting at the door with a bouquet of roses and a smile that was not a brother’s. The apartment still smelled like paint, and we had the whole afternoon to break it in.