Seduction

When I came out of the shower, she was there in black lingerie with that smile I hadn’t seen in years. That night she had a plan for me I would never have imagined asking for.

The young man arrived with his massage table under his arm, and she already had two glasses of wine in her. What followed was much more than a back massage.

Sandra needed help with a blind. I needed to forget the worst day of my life. Neither of us expected Valentina to arrive so soon.

Valeria was 26 when we went on vacation together. I’d spent days unable to stop looking at her, and neither of us knew what was about to happen.

I had endured months of her games, but that night the jokes finally ended. What came after had no name for either of us.

After weeks of silence, she called to ask if I was alone. Half an hour later, she was at my door in a floral dress, with something to give me.

I’d been in the swinger world as a single guy for months until I was summoned to an apartment and recognized my best friend’s grandmother serving me whiskey.

I didn’t know how Marcos would react when I told him. But with Andrés only a few feet away at that party, I couldn’t keep quiet for another second.

I announced myself, as we always did. He told me to come in. I found him in the bathroom, shaving, naked. He had the body I’d tried not to look at for months.

She was reading about succubi when a voice answered her question from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a dream: the creature was already there.

I brought wine to his room at eleven at night under the pretense that I couldn’t sleep. We both knew it was a lie, but neither of us said it out loud.

When she opened the door she wasn’t wearing makeup, and her gaze held a melancholy that hit my chest before we exchanged a single word.

My friends were late and he appeared without my calling him. Ten minutes later, we both already knew where we were going to end up.

I went to fix his washing machine with a red thong under my pants. I only had to find the moment for him to notice. He said nothing, but he kept watching.

I slipped in quietly and found him by the window, absorbed in what was happening across the street. My youngest son was no longer a boy, and I saw everything.

I arrived at their apartment at the agreed time. He opened the door in a bathrobe; she came down later, nervous and excited. It would be a long night.

Her husband sent reminders, never messages for her. The night watchman looked at her as if she were real. One night was enough to change everything.

She came intending to tell Elena she wouldn’t come back. She rode up in the elevator repeating it to herself. But when Elena crossed the room toward her, everything she had rehearsed came apart.

The first time I saw him at that dinner, I knew that man was unlike the others. Months later, I was the one asking him for more.

I’d filtered through dozens of profiles before getting to Marcos. Everything I asked for, and the patience that’s never in surplus. But someone always shows up too early.