Seduction

When I covered her with the blanket and my hand brushed the curve of her hip, I knew it would take me a long time to pull it away.

When I saw his name on the screen, my stomach clenched. Two weeks remembering his mouth and his hands, and there he was again, as if nothing had happened.

Marcos arrived under the pretense of divorce. The moment Mateo’s parents left, he took off his swimsuit and asked whether his nephew minded.

Three weeks keeping the secret. When I knelt behind the lattice and heard his voice, I knew I had to tell him everything, down to the last detail of the sin.

Lucas made the proposal over drinks, as if it were a joke. But no one laughed. And that silence said everything.

He was carrying a confession he had never told anyone. So was she. That rainy night, with hot chocolate in their hands, they told each other everything.

The door opened in the middle of the storm and the woman looked us over before making her offer. It was direct: five hundred for everything, paid in advance.

She opened the door with the baby in her arms and a smile that said more than it should. I was only going for coffee.

I crossed the bar with trembling legs, took his face in my hands, and kissed him without saying a word. What came after can’t be told in daylight.

The villa was perfect for an affair: four bedrooms, husbands fishing offshore, and two men due at seven. Until the gate rang at six.

She looked him up and down and said, “You walk like you’re asking permission to exist.” She was right. And that was exactly what she wanted from him.

The water poured over us and I was on my knees. Those three days taught me that there are pleasures you can’t repress no matter how hard you try.

When Daniela brought her friend to the back room, she thought she was introducing her to the place. She had no idea the innocent woman already knew it by heart.

When he said he wanted to watch, I set the phone on the bedside lamp, turned on the camera, and let him see every second of that night.

Valeria walked into the bathroom with her backpack and came out in a white blazer with that smile she never lost. What followed, I never forgot.

He caught me looking at him in the locker room and said nothing. But on the way out he was waiting by the fence, nodding toward the woods: just a minute.

I’d gone months without anyone touching me. That night I started the car with no destination, but my body already knew exactly where it was going.

When the first moans crossed room 412’s door, she was still holding the champagne bucket with both hands. Ten minutes later, she wasn’t thinking about the hotel anymore.

I’d been watching him in the locker room for months without daring to act. That afternoon, when he asked if I wanted to go up to his place, I knew it was now or never.

We went to the nude beach to relax. What began with furtive glances ended with her moaning among strangers while I couldn’t stop watching.