Oral

I only knew the bride, but by two in the morning I was someone else. Three strippers entered the bar, and my eyes fixed on just one of them.

Andrés had spent months searching for a way out and found it where he least should have: in his own wife’s body.

Martín arrived with a ladder and a toolbox. Doña Carmen watched him take off his shirt in the sun and knew the job would take a long time.

Diego knew exactly which button to push. Two years without seeing him, a message at one in the morning, and I was already in a taxi crossing the city.

I sent the message without knowing whether he’d take it seriously. When the car pulled off without canceling, I knew he’d understood perfectly.

Rodrigo had promised Valeria that this New Year's Eve would be different. She had no idea just how right he was.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.

When I stepped into his spotless apartment, I had no idea we were one hand of cards away from something neither of us had ever done before.

When the captain anchored in that deserted cove and Rodrigo opened the second bottle, we all knew the agenda had been officially canceled.

Valeria didn’t want expensive gifts. She wanted to be the main course of a night where everyone bet on her and her husband watched with pride.

That afternoon beside the pool, she took off her bikini top, and everything between them changed. The tension they had ignored for days could no longer be undone.

We were drinking wine when she told me, “I never told you everything about Punta del Este.” What followed left me speechless for hours.

When I went into his room that night, he was already waiting for me. There was something different in his gaze, something I had never seen in my son’s eyes before.

When I saw her at the bus stop, with her copper hair and that tight blouse, I knew something was going to happen. I had no idea that afternoon would change everything.

In this line of work, you quickly learn there are people who confuse paying for a service with buying a person. Some lessons stay with you for life.

When I opened the door for him, I felt his eyes lock onto the black strap peeking over my jeans. He smiled before pushing me inside.

When I opened my eyes in that black marble suite, she was there, naked, looking at me like she’d known me forever. And maybe death was my best accident.

When Doña Hilda opened the door and looked us up and down, I knew that night by the fire would cost us far more than a dry roof.

We’d been in a comfortable rut for months. That afternoon in the pine grove, with another couple three meters away, my girlfriend decided she was done waiting for me to do everything.

I was only going to try on some jeans. She was on the other side of the curtain, with a smile unlike the one she gave any ordinary customer.