Seduction

The owner insisted she take off her bra to try on the strapless dress. What Mariana didn’t expect was to see her mother nod in approval at every order.

Every morning she watched her come out of the kitchen in a nightgown clinging to her body and settled for crumbs. Until the coffee grove left them alone all day.

I thought the steam room was mine alone, along with my toys. Then the door opened and a very tall stranger looked at me without any hurry to cover herself.

She had spent years going to that club alone, waiting for a glance that would stay on her. That night, unknown fingers took her hand and dragged her into the dark.

I never thought a woman’s hands could touch me like that. When my boss offered me a massage, I had no idea she was opening a door I would never want to close.

When she took her feet in her hands and started massaging them, she knew that night, with enough wine, her uncle’s wife would end up surrendering to her.

I was soaping myself when the curtain opened and there she was, smiling, not a stitch on, determined not to leave even when I told her to.

I could hear their laughter through the wall. I went to the half-open door and what I saw took my breath away: my two best friends, half-naked, staring at each other.

They left her standing at the altar, and she swore never to love a man again. What she didn’t know was that behind the convent walls, something very different was waiting for her.

“Normally, you’d have to kneel and wait in silence,” she said as she fitted the collar around my neck. She didn’t know I’d be the one ending up in charge.

We queued for the slides all morning, but it was in the water, with her hand sliding over my waist, that I understood what she really wanted from me.

She came to wait for my mother and ended up standing in the doorway watching me sleep. I had no idea that afternoon would end the girl who’d never been with a woman.

It was her first coven and she was the youngest in the circle. Everyone wanted to touch her, but she only sought the blonde watching her across the fire.

She locked the door and slipped the key into her pocket. “From now on you do what I say,” she whispered, and part of me, tired of deciding, wanted to obey.

I had just moved in and didn’t know anyone. Bruna was the first to talk to me; I never imagined she and her partner had a plan for me that night.

It was two in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and she was still laughing on my sofa. I knew that was the moment I had been waiting for.

We arrived at our aunt’s house to keep her company for the weekend. That night, the three of us in the same bed, she asked us a question that changed everything: could we keep a secret?

“Relax, let go,” she told me at the door, and I knew that night I was going to learn something no man had ever shown me.

I rested my feet on her lap without thinking, like so many other nights. But that time Daniela looked at me differently, and I knew there was no turning back.

I was in my forties, married, with two children, and I had never once looked at another woman. That night, leaning on the bar in a pub, everything I thought I knew about myself came undone.