Seduction

I sat on the floor with her photo and some candles. When I opened my eyes, I was her: her voice, her body, her backstage dressing room.

Fifteen years of trust built little by little. And one summer night by the pool to discover it was no longer just friendship.

We’d been at the same rhythm for years until she agreed to strip at a beach full of strangers. What happened next was better than I imagined.

I sat as far away from her as possible at that dinner. But I ended up with my hand on her waist and her hips pressed hard against mine.

It started with a story I read at midnight. Then came the messages, the confessions in the dark, and a voice on the other end that knew exactly what to say.

The first night they heard Marcos and Lucía on the other side of the wall, Sofía knew the journey would not end as it had begun.

I saw him at the coast café at midday. That night he was at the club door with his security badge, and I knew I wasn’t leaving without trying him.

When I saw her name on the screen, I knew what was coming. Her husband would work a double shift, the girls would be with her friend, and she’d be available all day.

He knew Carmen would be alone for three days. He only had to convince Silvia to take that trip without me.

He asked what the other men had been like. What he didn’t expect was that every answer brought him closer to the edge—and me too.

Rodrigo had been watching them from his towel for a while when Clara gave him the signal. The empty beach and violet sky did the rest.

What that SUV carried after that trip could never be itemized on an upholstery bill. But someone would have to pay for it, and it wasn’t going to be him.

I was warned she was bitter, that she hated men. What no one said is that behind that armor she’d gone years without anyone truly touching her.

When she whispered in bed what she wanted for her birthday, I knew that night would change everything. The private casino was only the beginning.

I went down to the hotel bar at one in the morning. When I got back to my room, without underwear and with his handprint on my ass, I knew I’d remember that flight.

I’d seen him on the app half an hour earlier: fifty-something, active, with a photo that promised. By midnight I was in his elevator and there was no turning back.

Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.

I crossed my legs to distract him, not knowing that two days later I’d be on my knees among his books while the other kids left school without suspecting a thing.

I went there out of curiosity alone, promising myself it would be one drink and that was all. But when the door opened before I knocked, I understood he’d been waiting for me for hours.