Oral

The man who could get them out of Morocco had one condition: no money, no jewelry. He only wanted to film them.

Three days away, the house trashed after a party, and him in my bed, naked as if it were his. I should have thrown him out.

I went to the hotel in my black dress with my mind made up. What I didn’t expect was for my own body to betray me like that.

She had spent weeks preparing the trip that would put distance between them. But he appeared at her door before she could escape.

I was nineteen, with a half-finished history assignment, when Rodrigo first stared at my cleavage. I never imagined it would take a decade to collect.

I had spent two years working for Adrián without crossing a line. That afternoon in the Mediterranean, amid heat and wine, everything changed.

I met her in the kitchen at a party and she whispered in my ear that she'd been watching me all night. That night changed everything.

We’d spent twenty years talking on Discord. When we finally met, she arrived in a latex dress with something in her bag that changed everything.

I put on the already worn sneakers and thick socks, ready for a full day of sightseeing. He had no idea every step was a gift prepared for him.

Eight years of listening to his conquests in silence, pretending everything was fine. Until one night a stranger offered him what he had always wanted.

We had gone to that apartment telling ourselves we were just going to have a drink. By the time the poker deck came out, it was already too late to be honest with myself.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Every time I crossed my legs in class, his eyes went down on their own. It took me two Tuesdays and one Friday to get him to invite me to the private reading room.

Valentina showed up in the red dress and smiled when she saw the blackjack tables. That night was the highest bet in her husband’s private casino.

There were five of us in the apartment, it was cold, and someone put on the wrong disc. That afternoon I learned that stupid bets are sometimes the best ones to lose.

She was my mother’s friend, she was fifty, and when she looked at me from the edge of her desk, I knew the papers I’d brought were only an excuse.

Kwame parked his truck at noon, and before setting off the next day he had left his mark on three different bodies. Some sought him out; others simply gave in.

At seven in the morning, I arrived for my workout. She locked the locker room door and said, “Today’s class isn’t on the regular menu.”

My boss’s wife called me a bitch in her private messages. If she thought it was true, that afternoon I was going to prove her right.