Peeping

The first time they called me a warrior, something inside me straightened. But it was her hand on my waist beside the fire that finally set me ablaze.

The first night he slept at home, my mom’s moans came through the wall. At nineteen, I knew nothing would ever be the same.

The suitcases still unpacked and, under one of the beds, a stack of old magazines that none of the three siblings could stop staring at that hot afternoon.

I always say I’m shy, but the truth is nothing turns me on more than the possibility that someone will open the door at the worst possible moment.

She knew exactly what that dress would do; what she didn’t expect was for him to dare whisper it in her ear, right in front of the whole family.

I never imagined that an ordinary afternoon waiting for my wife to return would end with me seeing through a window what I never should have seen.

I sent a photo of my open pussy from the café bathroom. What happened next, in front of that picture window, still makes my legs shake.

From the monitor room I saw her open her jacket when she thought no one was looking. She had no idea her new guard had been watching her all morning.

The bathroom door was half open, steam drifting out, and she didn’t cover herself. She held my gaze as if she’d planned the whole scene for me.

It started as a secret I whispered in his ear while he was fucking me. It ended with him sitting a meter away, watching another man make me lose my mind.

We thought we were alone in the hidden cove, until I noticed those three wouldn’t take their eyes off us. And we didn’t mind looking back.

My owner planted the idea like a seed: money for my body and a stranger watching every detail. That Tuesday afternoon I went to fulfill it, not knowing how it would end.

She slowly spread her knees until I understood that little show under the table was for me, and for no one else in the whole café.

From the darkness I watched her move on top of him, and I understood I no longer knew whether it hurt more to watch or to want to keep watching.

I’d entered her tower to settle an old debt. What I hadn’t expected was to stand frozen behind the curtain, holding my breath, unable to look away.

We went to Formentera so people could watch her. I never imagined how far she’d be willing to go when that foreigner spread his towel just a few meters from us.

I knew he went around the house without a bra. What I didn’t know was that he counted every time, and kept a wet souvenir under his pillow.

She came out of the water slowly, knowing the sheer fabric no longer hid a thing, and wrung the hair from her face in front of us as if she had all the time in the world.

At three in the morning I saw a masked woman force my neighbors’ door. When the light hit her face, I recognized the city’s most feared crimefighter.

I told her I wanted something stronger than her, much stronger. She wasn’t shocked. She smiled and said she knew a place where that was possible.