Peeping

I turned on the system from the office just to keep an eye on the tools. What came up on the screen was my wife taking off her bikini in front of him.

From below, while she pushed the guide line at the top of the ladder, her T-shirt parted from her body and Adrián realized that summer was not going to be like the others.

When I felt his gaze pinned to my back from the window across the way, I knew that afternoon I wasn’t going to buy bread—I was going to give him something much better.

He had a meeting and left me alone all afternoon. Bored, I opened a folder on his computer I had no business opening… and couldn’t stop looking.

The case had been sitting at the back of the wardrobe for years. I put in the first disc without imagining that what I saw that afternoon would stay with me forever.

We had grown up sleeping in adjoining rooms, until one night a sound on the other side of the wall made me understand I no longer looked at her like a sister.

I never saw them. I only heard every word, every blow of the headboard against the wall, and suddenly their pleasure was mine too.

I asked my friend to help me fulfill a fantasy I’d had for years: letting strangers watch me. I never expected how much I’d enjoy it.

I had never taken my blouse off outdoors. My pulse was racing and my hands were trembling, but something in me needed to know what it felt like for a stranger to be able to look at me.

He asked from the screen, and I obeyed: opening the window, dropping my clothes, and letting those men watch me shamelessly.

I’d stuffed it in my purse in a hurry, but that afternoon I took it out for another reason: I was alone, bored, and far too horny to hold back.

I had never touched myself. That afternoon, behind a poorly closed door, I understood why my body had spent years asking for something I was afraid to give it.

Nora had always admired her older sister more than she should have. What she didn’t know was that the woman she secretly desired was, in fact, her own mother.

I never wanted to go on camera. Until one night, curiosity won out and a faceless user asked to be alone with me.

That afternoon I wanted something different, something to pull me out of boredom. I found a stranger willing to watch while I let myself be watched.

There was no one home, no plans, and no excuse. Just me, the sofa facing the window, and the dangerous idea of leaving everything on display.

We had been locked in the room all afternoon, and still he was awake in the bathroom. Curiosity beat sleep, and what I saw changed me.

Marina turned off the television to sleep. Then the sounds above her head began, and she knew that night she wouldn’t be getting any rest for a very different reason.

They thought I was asleep. From the hallway I heard every word, every low laugh, everything they said about me. And instead of being outraged, I stayed still, listening.