Seduction

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.

With her eyes closed, she built every detail: someone’s hands, his lips, the weight of another body on hers. She hadn’t lived it yet, but she already needed it.

It was the night I got furthest on my own and with not a stitch on. Dogs, men, motorcycles, and the main park: I saw it all in my naked skin.

It was when she asked me to unzip her dress. That was all. Then I locked the door and everything changed.

I had never been with a trans girl. I found her ad on a site, called not knowing what to expect, and on Saturday I climbed three floors toward something unnamed.

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

Renata showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine nobody had asked her to bring. The next morning, neither of us pretended it had been the wine.

My boyfriend didn’t show up to the Christmas party. Instead, his godfather—my neighbor across the street—offered me a drink, and that extra glass changed everything.

I couldn’t tell whether what I felt was jealousy or arousal. Probably both at once, and that frightened me more than anything else.

I never planned to cheat on Esteban. But Diego had something that undid me with every conversation, and by the time he put his hand on my knee while driving, it was too late.

I was walking alone in the rain, my clothes clinging to my body, when he saw me from the construction site. Neither of us said much. We didn’t have to.

When I offered her a drink that Saturday, I never imagined that by the end of the night we’d both cross a line with no way back.

After years of keeping the secret, I blurted it out: my wife slept with other men, and I knew. What I saw in my uncle’s eyes wasn’t judgment, but something darker.

We’d spent weeks dodging what we both knew was going to happen. That night, when I heard her come down the stairs, I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

She whispered in my ear that tonight was only for girls. I should have left. Instead, something in me decided to stay.

Marcos introduced her with a knowing smile. I looked her up and down and knew at once that behind that prim façade was something dying to be set free.

When I saw her cross the terrace with that expression I know by heart, I knew words wouldn’t be enough. Luckily, she had brought her favorite weapon in her bag.

The receptionist went off to lunch and the doctor closed the office door. I had gone in for a simple chafing injury. I came out from something entirely different.

Carlos was looking at me from the other table with that smile of a man who thinks he knows what he wants. He had no idea what he was about to discover.