Oral

I had never been with a woman. When I opened the door and saw her standing there, I knew something in me was going to change forever that night.

I locked the door and took off my robe. Marcos looked at me from the bed, eyes wide, with something more than gratitude.

I never thought getting waxed would change anything. But when he ran the wax over my buttocks and told me to get on all fours, something in me lit up.

Daniela chose the shortest skirt she owned and walked into the studio like she owned the place. When I stepped out, they didn’t even wait two minutes to begin.

She reached out to shake my hand and my heart skipped. Months of talking, laughing, pent-up tension. All that was left was to see what we'd do with it.

She showed up in red heels, leather leggings, and no underwear. From the moment she arrived, I knew that morning with my mother-in-law would be different.

His fingers moved slowly up my thighs. Then I knew that massage was going to be something completely different from what I’d asked for.

For weeks I had been secretly masturbating to videos of well-endowed men. Then I saw him come out of the water and knew it: that boy was what I needed.

That afternoon Lorena told me, with a calm that left me speechless, that her sister needed company and that she wouldn’t mind if it were me.

Twenty years old, a virgin, and frozen in the hallway when I saw him through the crack in the door. What happened that night wasn’t what I expected—but it was exactly what I needed.

We had been walking for minutes when I began recognizing the streets. When he opened that door, I knew I’d been there before—though never imagined under what circumstances.

When the stranger in the seat beside her started staring at her legs, she didn't close them. Neither did I do anything to stop him.

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.