Seduction

By day he was the perfect atelier assistant; by night he tried on lace before the mirror. One photo was enough for someone to discover who he really was.

My friendship with that rough but good-natured old man took a turn one afternoon over wine in a lost village, when he whispered what he planned to do to me.

I was always the pretty, skinny boy with green eyes. Then I walked into a gym and someone looked at me like no one ever had before.

She climbed the ladder in front of me with nothing beneath her nightgown, and I knew I wouldn’t leave that apartment the same man who entered.

I shaved everything, put on the blonde wig, and crossed the province with a backpack full of hope. What I didn’t bring was a heart of steel, and that was my mistake.

I spent weeks thinking about her every night, until that dinner ended in the car seat, with her hand finding what I could barely hide.

Every night a different car arrived at the house opposite, and all the lights went out except one. That night I approached the window and could not stop watching.

When I started teasing Diego inside the tent, Camila had her eyes closed. But her hand was already moving under the sleeping bag, and I knew she wasn’t asleep at all.

I’d been dry for five years, and my husband had just proposed a threesome with him dressed as a woman. The craziest part: I already knew who to invite.

That afternoon his mother wasn’t home and he had a surprise waiting. I still didn’t know those minutes would awaken a taste I’d never let go of.

I’d been running into her in the garage for weeks with that smile. The day she pressed against me in the elevator, I knew it wouldn’t stay a neighborly hello.

I only wanted to breathe away from the smoke and the jokes. I never imagined I’d watch, from the back seat of my own car, what that stranger dared to do to my wife.

I walked into that gray office ready to beg for a document. I left knowing that that night the one who’d be begging would be him, on his knees in his own house.

Maximiliano strutted around as the alpha of the room until she walked in. One whisper and her perfume were enough to bring his smoke-and-mirrors empire crashing down in front of everyone.

I just wanted to feel girly for a while under my guy clothes. I never imagined he’d notice, or that that night would end with me on my knees before him.

She was thirty-eight, had a predictable husband, and a body nobody had ever known how to read. That night, alone at home, she decided she wanted to feel something at last.

We worked in the same building, and one brush in the elevator was enough for me to understand I was about to lose something I thought untouchable: my will.

I chose the town’s most coveted guy not because I loved him, but because I needed someone I could shape while my head was somewhere else.

He texted me to ask where I was. Twenty minutes later I was in the back of his tram car, biting my lips to keep quiet.

Every time she leaned over to write down my answers, her vest opened a little more, and I could no longer concentrate on a single question in the questionnaire.