Seduction

My friends had years of experience when I had barely even brushed a guy. That night in Medellín, I made up for all of it at once.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

When she told me to kneel, I did. I understood I was no longer her patient, but something entirely different.

At sixty-three, after a decade of masturbating alone, I never expected the girl in the spare room to change everything forever.

Camila pulled back the sheet without thinking and caught sight of exactly what she shouldn’t have. What came next changed forever the way my sister and I spoke to each other.

The boy from the neighborhood looked me up and down without shame while I tried to keep my voice from trembling. I was forty-six, with a son to save.

When he locked the library door, I knew my little game of skirts and glances had just crossed a point of no return.

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

When Héctor put his hand on Sofía’s back and she didn’t pull away, I understood that this trip was going to be different from all the others.

I had her underwear in one hand and her phone in the other when I heard the front door open. Camila was there, staring at me from the hallway.

Sebastián had never opened that book in his life. But he had been keeping a rope in the drawer for weeks, waiting for the night we’d be alone.

Every Friday, Marcos crossed our threshold knowing he wouldn’t be himself again until Sunday. The collar, the cage, and the dress were waiting for him.

Rodrigo convinced her to turn around. It was only for a moment, he said. Marcos had been looking at her that way for years, and Sandra hadn’t seen it until now.

He told me to close my eyes, that he had chocolate for me. What I felt on my lips was not exactly chocolate.

Renata had a dress almost transparent from sweat and a smile that wasn’t about rest. Nobody knew how to dance. That night, it didn’t matter.

When I looked down, I saw she was holding the larger condom between her fingers. It wasn’t for me. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

When I opened the door dressed in the button-down blouse and heels, I knew that winter morning would not be just another class, but a surrender arranged with him.

There were six of them. All over sixty. They watched me without moving, waiting for my signal. I never imagined that would be what turned me on most that whole weekend.

She appeared on my screen on an ordinary night, but her rough voice woke something in me with an urgency I didn’t know existed.