Party

When she went into the bathroom, I didn’t expect her to kneel between my legs, or for her tongue to decide for me what I’d been avoiding asking for years.

I went downstairs for ice and he shut the door behind me. With the party going on outside, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him even if I wanted to.

I went down to my room wanting to escape the noise. I ended up with my legs open in front of the mirror while everyone toasted a few feet away, suspecting nothing.

I was eighteen and had never been with anyone. My mother’s aunt ended up sleeping beside me that night, and everything I thought I knew about desire broke in silence.

When his hand settled on my hip and he whispered “Hi, baby,” I thought he meant one of my friends. When I turned around, I knew the night wouldn’t end as expected.

We’d been drinking beer around the pool for hours. When I went into the house looking for ice, the moans were coming from inside—and they weren’t hers alone.

I wanted to play a prank by lighting the candles in front of the pool house. When we pushed the door open, no one was laughing: my son was against the cabinet, and his friend’s father wouldn’t stop.

I went up to the third floor to eavesdrop and ended up locked in a closet, spying on an early-morning secret that changed everything I thought I knew about desire.

Five cousins, one friend, and a secluded sauna. That send-off was going to start in a jacuzzi with two mouths taking turns on my cock and end at dawn.

When I saw her kneeling among the park bushes, I knew that night I’d check her phone. What I found changed everything I planned to do after.

When Camila came out of the room dressed as a devil with a trident in her hand, I knew we weren’t going to sleep virgins that night.

When I realized that what turned me on wasn’t looking but being watched, I sought out the empty shed behind my house on New Year’s Eve and deliberately dropped my panties.

Three friends, a dance floor, and one decision that changed the night. This is what happened when I stopped looking for Renata and found her exactly where I shouldn’t have been looking.

I knew he was already seated by the window, waiting for us. All my husband and I wanted was to make me his obsession for one night.

Damián swore we knew how to have fun. I never imagined his invitation would lead us to a hallway of red curtains where my wife would decide for both of us.

I’d been staring at her without hiding it for two hours, and she knew it. When she asked me to go up to the third floor for garlands, I knew that Christmas wasn’t going to be like the others.

Valentina had spent four months planning that weekend. Four friends, a naturist resort, and a night none of them knew how would end.

When I saw the chair prepared with that enormous object sticking out of the seat, I knew the night would not be a normal dinner.