Seduction

We shared a room to save money. I was married, a father of two. Then came that night at the hotel when he decided we were going to be something else.

I went into the doctor's office because of abdominal pain. I left with a number saved in my phone and a question I'd avoided answering for years.

I'd gone a month without touching anyone when he appeared across the hall in sweatpants that left very little to the imagination. And I was in my boxer briefs.

I boarded the plane with my cock hard, as I had every day for as long as I could remember. I never imagined that priestess would change my life in a single night.

At three in the morning, with the icy wind battering the tent, I slid under his blanket without asking. Mauri didn’t move, but I knew he wasn’t asleep.

We’d watched weird videos on his computer at the office that time. What I didn’t expect was that months later, that same curiosity would end up on the couch, under the blanket.

We sat facing each other with a martini each. One rule: see, talk to, smell each other. Touching was forbidden. And she had an ice cube in her hand.

I thought it was just curiosity. Until I saw his photo, felt my pulse race, and understood I’d spent three years avoiding what my body had already decided.

We’d rejected three couples. When we finally found the perfect one, they gave us a condition we never expected, not even in our wildest dreams.

When I came out of the bathroom in heels, stockings, and a red baby doll, his face said it all: I was no longer his best friend’s “daughter,” I was something else.

Three months trading messages with a married stranger, until that afternoon at the mall when we knew we could no longer keep it online.

We’d spent years avoiding each other’s eyes at every family dinner. That New Year’s Eve, when everyone had fallen asleep, she set down the glasses and kissed me in the kitchen without saying a word.

She only came to drop off some papers. When she sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, I knew the problem was going to be mine, not hers.

He put velvet handcuffs on my wrists and the blindfold over my eyes. He told me to trust him, that I was going to like it. I didn’t know how to say yes.

Bruno was waiting at the door with a bouquet of roses and a smile that was not a brother’s. The apartment still smelled like paint, and we had the whole afternoon to break it in.

Until that night, I thought I already knew all my limits. One look, one gesture from him, and everything I thought I knew about my desire silently came crashing down.

It was raining outside, and she was looking at me in a way no one in my family ever had before. I knew what she was about to ask, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

The music was playing far away, the family was toasting downstairs, and I was still sitting on the bed, not understanding when his kisses had stopped being a game.

Until that night I’d been completely heterosexual. It took one bad movie choice, an improvised pillow, and a stranger’s breathing on my neck.

When I crossed the hall, I heard every taboo I had crunched beneath my feet. I reached his door naked, with only my hair over my shoulders.