Seduction

He opened the door barely dressed, with that smile that was no longer the polite client’s smile, and I understood from the very first minute that this call wasn’t ending with a drain gasket.

Lucía never wanted anything to do with a man. Camila was a bombshell who drove the guests crazy. I only had one question I couldn’t keep to myself.

We were walking back from the beach when a girl hitched a ride. I didn’t know that night would reveal something else to me.

When she came into the shower, she said nothing. She only pressed her nipples against my back and whispered for me to let her take control. My wife was thousands of miles away, with another man.

That afternoon I wasn’t looking for love or explanations; I wanted two different bodies in the same motel room and the certainty that no one would ever know.

I’d spent years imagining it while secretly watching videos. One afternoon, a message on a hookup site, and a stranger got into my car ready to change everything.

I massaged him after the beach, without thinking. I felt his erection under his trunks and knew that summer wouldn’t end like the others.

That afternoon, while my sister-in-law told me in lavish detail what my brother did to her in bed, I felt a heat between my legs I couldn’t explain.

I climbed the four floors with my heart racing. I wanted a toy, but I left with something more: the girl behind the glasses burned into me for that night.

One night, after too many beers, I said yes. What happened next forced me to rethink everything I thought I knew about myself.

I boarded the upper deck of the bus expecting to sleep the full seven hours. Thirty minutes later, a face appeared between the seats and asked where I was going.

When her bikini shifted on the shore and the men on the beach started staring, she didn’t fix it. She just kept walking slower.

Years later I still remember her panties in the breeze, her hand between her legs, and the kiss she blew me from the sidewalk before disappearing. We never said a single word.

I came out of the bathroom naked and he was there in the hallway, as naked as I was. We looked at each other, unable to move. That second changed everything.

Pablo and Laura arrived at the resort thinking about tennis. Eight adults, a terrace overlooking the sea, and one extra bottle of wine changed every plan.

Andrés knew exactly what he was doing with his hands. I arrived with back pain and left with something nameless—something I still think about as I fall asleep.

Sandra took off her thong in the bar bathroom and put it in my hand. Wet, warm. I knew then there would be no turning back.

I went to return the five hundred pesos she’d slipped into my folder. I didn’t expect to find her crying, or to stay until six in the morning.

I’d wanted to do it for a long time: pick up a man in a public place and take him to bed. That afternoon in the café, I finally dared.

When I pressed her doorbell with her dog beside me, I never imagined that this wary-eyed stranger would take me upstairs that very afternoon.