Party

I went down to the study that night only to discover the plan they had for me. And instead of running, I knelt and said yes to everything.

Behind every mask was an invitation no one dared say aloud, and that night you chose to accept it without asking me.

When I opened the backpack he handed me in the lobby of that run-down hotel, I understood the meeting was nothing like I’d imagined. And it was already too late to turn back.

When I got the final dare of the night, I knew I could say no. What no one expected was for me to say yes with that smile on my lips.

I had spent weeks imagining a night without names or promises. What I hadn’t imagined was him watching me from the bar as if he already knew everything.

They said the night was just getting started and that their flat was two streets away. Neither of us said no, and that changed everything between us.

I’d spent hours searching for a spark in other people’s eyes and found nothing. Until I decided to cross the room and put the whole game in his hands.

She entered uninvited, with a smile that promised pleasure and concealed hunger. That night, every body she touched stopped belonging to itself forever.

I went upstairs to lock myself away, thinking no one had seen me. I had my fingers between my legs and my eyes closed when I felt the door give way slowly behind me.

I told him I wasn’t going out that night. Then he knocked on my door with a pink dress in his hand and a smile that already knew he would win me over.

I thought I was going to beg her to keep the secret. I never imagined that when she came back into the living room she’d be holding a crop and wearing stiletto boots.

I thought I was just going to have fun and make a little money. I never imagined that night would lead me to the desire I had been begging for.

I was the serious guy in the suit and SUV. All it took was for a woman to challenge me with her eyes for the animal inside me to wake up, and that village fair set him loose for good.

I came back from the bar with a beer in my hand and saw her dancing with him. Nothing happened... or did it? The question sank in, and to my shame, it turned me on too.

He was my best friend, my confidant. That fair-night between wine and laughter, his hand on my waist sparked something I had never felt for him.

My friend promised me a wild costume night. I put on the sexiest outfit in the sex shop and headed out, not imagining what was waiting for me at that bar.

From the dance floor we were already sneaking our hands to each other; what we didn’t finish in the car, we continued in my room, unhurried and unclothed.

When they carried him to bed asleep, I knew that night wouldn’t end like the others. And I regret nothing that happened after.

We’d been neighbors for years and barely exchanged a hallway hello. That night, when I put my sweater over her shoulders, I knew we were done pretending.

My sister was abroad, so I attended in her place. When my nephew demanded his present in front of his friends, I knew I wouldn’t return home the same.