Oral

We played strip poker with my neighbors. Nobody said what else was being played for, but when I was left naked in the middle of the living room, we didn’t need the cards anymore.

He arrived freshly separated, with a suitcase and too much free time. From the morning by the pool, I knew that week wasn’t going to be boring.

I was there, champagne bucket in hand, listening to every moan, every creak of the bed. And I couldn't bring myself to walk away.

Daniela’s voice narrated the locker-room encounter while, around her, her friends’ bodies tangled shamelessly and without limits.

I knew what he would do if he thought we were alone. What I couldn’t foresee was that my husband was watching everything from the other side of the glass.

I went to their apartment hoping for beer and a way to kill time. I left with a sore ass, a mouth tasting of semen, and a smile I couldn’t hide.

She had always been shy, but that afternoon on the beach, naked beneath the sun, something awakened in her that I had never seen before.

The cell smelled of damp and cheap tobacco, and when his eyes locked on mine I knew the case file was going to end up on the floor.

When the captain cut the engines in that hidden cove, I realized the strategy meeting had been an excuse—and the real plan was just beginning.

The first night I swore I’d go home. By the seventh, I couldn’t remember why I’d bought a return flight. This is what happened between those two nights.

They said they were going to celebrate a birthday. What they didn’t say was that the gift was me, up on that dark bus, surrounded by men twice my age.

I traveled alone seeking temples and ended up on a terrace over the river, surrounded by hands that weren’t mine and mouths that knew exactly where to find me.

She burst out laughing, lowered her voice, and looked at me with that satisfied whore’s smile I already knew. I knew she was going to tell me everything she’d kept hidden.

I was lying on the sofa waiting for sleep when I heard the door. I never imagined that night would be my first time—with the last person on earth I expected.

Three years without seeing him, and the second he stepped back into the house I knew I couldn’t keep pretending what I felt was just sisterly love.

That night Valeria took my head in her hands and pushed me exactly where I’d spent months not daring to look.

I arrived at the hotel convinced it would be just photos. When the door opened and his older brother appeared, I knew there’d be no turning back that night.

I saw my ex kissing someone else at the bar. That night I crossed a line I’d never crossed before, and spent months charging for pleasure.

They call me a faithful man, but there are two people who know what I really am. This is what I can never tell the woman I love.

We were two married business partners, a pricey SUV, and two hundred kilometers ahead. They were twenty and had an attitude that changed everything.