Seduction

I went to confront my ex’s mistress and ended up staring at her body for far too long, imagining everything I shouldn’t have wanted.

I went to watch a movie with my best friend and his girlfriend, but when he stepped out for a moment, she cornered me and everything changed.

Diego slept facedown. I stared at the ceiling with my hand between my legs, returning in my mind to that night in the back room of Rocco’s bar.

We went upstairs for a glass of water when we heard moans from the bedroom. That half-open door changed everything that Saturday afternoon at Renata’s house.

Every time he opened my door without knocking, his gaze lasted a little longer. I began leaving it open on purpose.

I stayed hidden in the kitchenette listening to their voices, and when she walked in and saw my bulge, I knew there was no way out.

I opened the door without panties, let him watch me all night, and ended up so wet I could barely hide it.

Every message on the screen brought her closer to me, until she summoned me to the third-floor bathroom and I knew there was no going back.

When Diego lowered his gaze and nodded for the second time, I knew the business dinner was over and the real transaction was about to begin.

I still remember how she looked at me before getting off the bed and quietly telling me that, that night, her entire body was mine.

He arrived begging over another woman and ended up on his knees between us, not realizing when he stopped pleading and started truly wanting.

We locked eyes during the concert, and I saw nothing else that night. When he whispered in my ear in the bathrooms, I already knew he’d end up in my hotel room.

Nuria messaged me in the afternoon: “Elena’s coming from Bilbao for a couple of days. Dinner at home. I think you’d like to meet her.” There was no need to ask anything else.

He entered the office defeated, and I only wanted to comfort him; I never imagined he'd end up on his knees between my legs.

After the goodbye kiss, I swore it would end there. But the next day he showed up at my house with a smile and a hunger to fuck me.

One smile by the sea was all it took for me to know I wouldn't be sleeping peacefully that night.

She went down to take out the garbage in a sheer nightgown with no bra and took ten minutes to return. When I heard her in the shower, I knew something had broken forever.

She came in while I was still hurting from the blows, sat on my lap, and made it clear she hadn’t come to congratulate me.

I went upstairs only to find an empty bathroom, but the guest who led me there closed the door and looked at me as if she'd already decided what to do with me.

They closed the tower doors to talk, but when their hands touched, political tension became an impossible need to stop.