Oral

I arrived looking for a distraction from a life falling apart. Three hours later, I was on my knees before a stranger—and nothing in me was ever the same.

The gym hadn’t opened yet when she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the empty locker room. That class wasn’t on the app’s menu.

That night I shaved, washed, and waited for Lucía, knowing exactly what I wanted. She arrived with her backpack, her red lollipop, and that smile that never faded, no matter what we did.

When Mateo whispered that he was going to show her something unforgettable, Camila had no idea her ex-husband would show up and two officers would teach her what winning meant.

We’d been married for three days when Adrián whispered in my ear in a Roman café what was about to happen. I should have said no. I didn’t.

We’d spent weeks wanting each other, and that carnival night, with no condom and no bed, everything happened where we least expected it.

Don Ernesto was twenty-seven years older than me, with rough laborer’s hands and a hungry gaze I pretended not to see. That night, I closed the curtains myself.

By the time the older brother walked through that door, it was already too late to regret anything. I was in that hotel between them, desire overpowering shame.

I was 48, in a stable marriage, and living a perfect lie. Every week I crossed that door and became another woman. One I never knew existed.

When he told me he was a virgin, I didn’t know whether to laugh or hug him. I chose the second. What came after was inevitable.

When Aiko entered the onsen naked and unhurried, I knew this business trip would end in a way that wasn’t written into any contract.

Ten years of widowhood and silence. Until one night I saw light under her door and went closer. What I found on the other side changed everything between us.

When I took her hands in the car, in front of the square, she already knew where I was taking her. I was still pretending I didn’t know.

My heels were killing me and the wig was itching, but when that man looked at me from across the room, I knew the night had only just begun.

When I opened the bathroom door and saw Sandra in that little skirt and red-painted lips, I knew the original plan no longer existed.

When I got into the truck with him that night, I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t imagine was ending up on my knees in the dark looking at him like that.

I arrived at the bachelorette party in red heels and with a broken heart. What I didn’t imagine was that I’d end up on my knees in front of a stranger, never wanting him to stop.

I was waiting for him at the terminal in the red dress he hated seeing me wear without a bra. I had my period and a desire that nothing would calm except him.

When they walked into the apartment, there was no innocence left in their eyes. All that remained was deciding how we were going to end the night, and the deck stayed on the table.

My best friend arrived soaked that night, her eyes red from crying so much. What happened after the third bottle of wine was not in my plans.