Seduction

When I went barefoot to the kitchen at three in the morning, my son was already there shirtless, looking at me like a man, not a boy, and I knew I’d give in that night.

She accepted the service as a one-time fantasy, but she never imagined that stranger would lead her to discover orgasms she didn’t even know her body could have.

When I opened the door to 412 thinking it would be empty, I found him naked in the armchair, looking at me like he already knew who was coming in.

Catalina came into the room at three in the morning, took off her dress without looking at me, and said she didn’t want to sleep alone in the cold.

Three beers, a joint, and a secluded table on the balcony. The thrill of knowing anyone might look over was exactly what we wanted that night.

I offered her my seat when she got on, and a few stops later her hand was already reaching for my fly while the nurse across from us watched without hiding it.

I got out of the car convinced the house was empty. Then I heard moans upstairs and turned on the bedroom camera.

It was two in the morning, I opened the window looking for air, and saw her lying on the sofa across the way, with no idea anyone was watching her.

When I got out of the car with the blouse clinging to my body and my thong showing through my pants, I didn’t expect that man’s gaze to stay locked on me through the whole interview.

I met him online when I was sixteen. Two years later, one August morning, he texted me that he was traveling to the capital and that it was my only chance to see him again.

When she asked me to find her men during the summer, I knew the trip to the coast would change us forever.

I thought the nap would leave the beach empty. When I returned from the sea, she had one hand inside her bikini, eyes closed, unaware I was watching her.

Marina had spent months being invisible to her husband. Her nephew looked at her the only way she needed to be looked at. That night, the cards made a decision.

Marcos never said anything without purpose. But that afternoon in the woods, every word he spoke was a line inviting me to cross with no way back.

I went into the bathroom with Camila’s underwear still warm in my hands. I never imagined that minutes later her mother would be kneeling in front of me.

When he opened the door wearing only his shirt, I knew we weren’t going to talk much that afternoon. And I wasn’t wrong at all.

When the door opened, I was still pressing his briefs against my face. He looked at me with a smile that wasn’t angry, but something much worse.

When she called sobbing, I knew she'd end up at my place that night. I just didn't know how far we'd both be willing to go.

I sat down in front of him, took his hands, and started talking. I knew every word tied me more tightly to him, even if it hurt like a badly placed caress.

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.