Oral

I put on the shortest skirt I owned and went to the garage to deliver an envelope. The owner wasn’t there. They sent me upstairs to his son’s office.

When I saw the Brazilian crossing the dance floor toward us, I knew my flatmate was no longer the shy girl who’d moved to Madrid a month earlier.

When she leaned in front of me at the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wouldn’t be a normal workout.

We invited him home with a promise of no rules. What happened on that sofa that night shattered everything we thought we knew about us.

Three coworkers invited her to stay behind when the building was empty. Sofía said yes, but on her terms.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

We’d spent months sharing something forbidden between siblings. That afternoon, while she told me everything with her hands busy, the camera revealed something that would change everything.

She asked me to come with her because the bars were full. I joked that watching her would get me hard, and she smiled like she’d been waiting hours for me to say it.

When she saw what was sticking out of that hole in the wall, I knew there was no turning back. My anniversary gift would take us farther than we ever imagined.

The zipper opened and two heads appeared as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. We weren’t surprised. We didn’t cover up either.

I climbed the stairs to his building with my thong already soaked. I had no idea that stranger was going to split me in two before midnight.

We’d barely had two beers when Valeria took off her sandals and told me it was time to fix the fact that I hadn’t stepped on sand in years. That night I learned a lot of things.

Bjarne explained the tradition to us as the fire crackled. Before he even finished speaking, we already knew we were going to say yes.

She arrived two hours before her flight, left her suitcase in the hallway, and before I could react, took off her sweatshirt in front of me.

The fireplace burned, rain hammered the windows, and the two of them looked at me with that mix of curiosity and vertigo that comes just before crossing a line.

That afternoon she entered the bar as if she’d been waiting for me for hours. What came afterward changed me—not the sex, but what they made me discover.

When I saw him walk into the bar with his two friends, I knew that night I wouldn’t go home the same woman. And I wasn’t wrong.

Thirty candidates, a rector with too much power, and me at thirty-eight with all the experience in the world. I thought I could handle it. I was half right.

When she adjusted his posture for the third time and he felt the pressure under his shorts, he decided that morning’s session was going to be very different from the others.

I entered that restricted area on purpose. Something about those uniformed men had attracted me from the moment we arrived, and I knew exactly what I was looking for.