Peeping

When we got back to the room, we couldn’t wait any longer. Then there was a knock: the gift I’d prepared for her had just arrived, and you knew nothing.

I closed my eyes for a second and, when I opened them, a huge shadow was blocking the sun. What happened next only existed in my imagination… until that afternoon.

You looked both ways, certain you were alone, when you hiked up your dress in the middle of the garage. You didn’t see that someone two spaces away had been watching you.

He left me on the sofa blindfolded, my hands sweating. When a hand climbed my leg and the music started, I knew I’d never forget that night.

I saw him looking at me in the elevator mirror and something lit up. That night I knew I didn’t just want him to watch me: I wanted him to see absolutely everything.

She arrives at ten-thirty, leans against the shelter, and crosses her legs. She doesn’t know it, but in my head we’ve already done everything we’d never dare.

I used to hide everything. That night I entered the theater without underwear, in a short skirt and certain someone would look. And I wanted him to.

Three hours under the sun, drenched in sweat, and from beneath the tree he saw something on the terrace that left him breathless: they knew he was watching.

She got up from the table, turned around, and looked at me in a way that left no room for doubt. I followed without thinking, my heart pounding against my chest.

We were alone in the mountains, or so I thought, until I felt eyes on us from the cabin next door and I didn’t want them to stop.

She grabbed my arm in the middle of the street and whispered that if I let her go, she might disappear. I had no idea how far that night would go or what price I’d pay for following her.

Diego was touching himself while thinking of Nadia when his desire opened a door sealed for eighteen hundred years. What crossed through was hungry, and the city would be its feast.

Sitting in the armchair, the key dangling between her breasts, I knew that night I’d finally watch her give herself to another man while I stayed locked up.

I locked my office door, opened the day’s video, and saw my wife biting her lip while he hugged her from behind in the kitchen.

I opened my eyes and didn’t recognize the room: only the weight of hands on my skin and the certainty that that morning belonged to others.

That night I watched her through the window, alone and desperate with her toy. And I knew exactly what to do with her... and with her son, watching beside me in the dark.

The bed across from her creaked every dawn to the rhythm of a stranger, and she pretended to sleep while calculating how much she was willing to lose.

I slipped into the house without making a sound to look for a paper and found my wife with her slipper in hand and her friend over her lap, waiting for punishment.

He was limping, sweating, and too scared to look at me. When I ordered him to remove the towel in front of his brother, I knew he’d do everything I said.

She was hungry, cold, and had no reason to trust him. But when he looked her in the eye and offered her a roof over her head, she knew saying yes would change everything.