Seduction

I closed the door, and he already had me against the wall; everything we’d written about for weeks was finally going to happen without restraint.

After coming in the shower, I never imagined that night would end between two men ready to give me exactly what I wanted most.

We sat facing each other in first class, and before the next stop I was already trembling over what she was letting me see beneath the table.

When I entered the bar and saw him at the back table with no Camila between us, I knew the beer was an excuse—and I’d end up with his mouth on mine.

Whenever I passed his store, he undressed me with his eyes; it didn’t take me long to stop pretending it didn’t turn me on.

I closed my eyes to relax, but when his hands moved down my back, I knew I wouldn't be ending that night asleep.

After saying goodbye to my son at the terminal, I was alone with his best friend and could no longer pretend I didn’t desire him.

I entered the wrong office by mistake, but when the doctor locked the door, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same way.

It started with a joke about her open blouse, but when she challenged me to hold her gaze, I knew that night wouldn’t end at the table.

I noticed him nervous behind me, his hands on my waist and a question that could change the entire night.

Soaked, in the dark, and far too close, I realized that asking him to stay meant finally admitting what I’d imagined for months.

When I climbed down from the wall, he was waiting with his cock in his hand and a calm smile, as if he knew exactly what I was going to do.

I arrived at the estate before anyone else and knew from her gaze that she hadn’t invited me to show me the horses.

I thought we were going to have dinner and talk, but my neighbor took me somewhere everyone seemed to know her—and I ended up crossing a line.

I went in to say I had arrived for class and found her crying under the water; when she looked at me, her order was simple: “Take off your clothes.”

She arrived with her purse, a flimsy excuse, and a gaze fixed far too intently on my cleavage; when she pulled out that toy, I knew she hadn’t come just to study.

My friend kept partying, and his mother looked at me in a way she shouldn’t have. The game began in the car, ended in her bed, and continued until dawn.

I went in with some reports and came out trembling, her perfume on my skin and the sound of her voice pretending to sound normal on the phone.

I never forgot the afternoon when her fingers left the keys, moved down my stomach, and made me come without stopping the lesson.