Seduction

I took off my panties, slipped them under his pillow, and moved up against his back without even saying good morning. I had half an hour before first tutorial.

He dismissed the woman who offered to help without a second glance. An hour later, he discovered she was the one deciding whether his career survived.

She knew exactly what she wanted that night: a man who would look at her as though she belonged to him and give her no respite. All she had to do was cross the door of that room.

Bruno let me kneel in front of him, but he never kissed me: he said that wasn’t something you did with just anyone. I just wanted to stop being just anyone to somebody.

She knocked on my door at midnight with red eyes and a broken voice. I didn’t expect the last night of the trip to end with my student in my bed.

I hid the phone behind a book and opened the camera. Sebastián had no idea two more pairs of eyes were watching me undress in front of him.

We’d spent months fucking under the rule that he was straight. That night, with my plan on hold, he looked at me in silence and I knew something was about to break.

She went into the fitting room in front of me with seven bikinis. The curtain didn’t quite close, and by the third one she knew I was watching.

I was alone, enjoying the last afternoon sun, when a young man emerged from the water and sat too close. His question wasn't really about a cigarette.

Her hand slid up my thigh and beneath my underwear. I expected to find what I had imagined so many times, but what I touched left me breathless.

I was always a man of soccer and conquests, until the first thong brushed my shaved skin and I understood there was no going back.

I thought it would be just one afternoon and one stranger. I never imagined each one would teach me something different, or that the third would leave me voiceless for two days.

She came out of the bathroom in lingerie, posed in front of me, and asked how hot she was on a scale of one to ten. I already knew where that night would end.

I’d always fantasized about being with another woman, but I’d never done it. That night, in her apartment, she put her hands on my hips and I knew we weren’t going to sleep.

She said she’d be home late, but when I opened the bathroom door, candlelight revealed her favorite lie: she was naked, waiting for me.

Camila looked up from her book over glasses that took my breath away. I never imagined that empty table would change my life.

Four men, a thick envelope on the table, and me deciding who I’d call over first. My rule was always the same: I choose, I set the pace, and I leave whenever I feel like it.

She showed up in my rest room at three in the morning, married and dangerous, and I knew that night was going to wreck my whole life, one look after another.

She arrived at the school with her son’s expulsion letter in her handbag. She left with trembling knees and a secret she could never tell her husband.

When he staggered against me on that packed bus, I felt something I should never have felt. Since that day I haven’t been able to think of anything else.