Oral

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.

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.