Peeping

She left them by the mat, still warm from her bare feet. It only took my daughter being distracted for a moment for me to commit the madness.

I’m a patrician used to buying everything I desire. That afternoon I discovered there are men you don’t command: you obey them.

I turned my back to the camera, moved my hips slowly, and waited. I only wanted a stranger to tell me what to do with my own body.

It was midnight when I crossed the patio barefoot. Her pink flip-flops were still there, warm, with the mark of every one of her toes waiting for me in the dark.

I thought I was going to spend a quiet afternoon at Renata’s villa. I never imagined I’d end up holding my breath while she ordered Ximena around.

He decided when I undressed, when he tied me up, and in front of whom. I only had to obey—and I learned obedience turned me on more than I ever admitted.

The store suddenly emptied, and when Diego peeked into the fitting rooms, he never imagined that afternoon someone would watch him while he watched without permission.

I was half-naked in the car of a man I didn’t know, in a crowded parking garage, and he told me to relax because my checkup was only just beginning.

We spent weeks looking for an audience on Telegram with no luck. That night, in a dark pine grove, someone parked beside us and kept watching what my girlfriend wanted me to do to her.

I was days past my due date and could think of only one thing. When a contraction bent me over in pain, I asked Rocío to slip her hand under the sheet.

When the bathroom light suddenly came on, I froze, bikini bottoms in my hand and her eyes locked on mine. I knew I wasn’t in charge anymore.

I went down to the garden in the dark, not knowing that this time she wouldn’t leave me alone with her underwear: she had something of her mother’s saved for me.

She was hiding something in her hand, and that smile promised nothing innocent. “Stick out your tongue,” she ordered, and I already knew I’d obey.

Every night she asked me for something new through the bars of her window, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no, even if it meant rummaging through my own mother’s laundry basket.

Carla appeared barefoot among the shadows of the garden, with that good-girl face that hid the most perverse girl I had ever known.

No one dared move, but she knew that one gesture from her would be enough to make the whole beach hold its breath and the circle cease to be only sand.

When he pinned the man who had been harassing her, Mariela felt something she shouldn’t: the certainty that that boy could do anything he wanted with her.

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

Marcela looked at me through the rearview mirror with a smile that was nothing like a calm mother’s. I didn’t know that afternoon would change everything between us.

I knelt in front of the window, never imagining that one of them had already gone around the house and was watching me in silence from the back door.