What We Did When My Best Friend Fell Asleep
When Sara went upstairs to bed, Rubén turned to Adrián and said what neither of them had dared say in two years. Adrián didn't stop him.
When Sara went upstairs to bed, Rubén turned to Adrián and said what neither of them had dared say in two years. Adrián didn't stop him.
It started with overdue rent and ended up turning our apartment into an intimate game no one wanted to leave.
I brushed her cheek, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, my hand was still there because I didn’t want to move it either.
I thought that night had been a one-time thing—until they invited me home and I learned they still wanted to use me, watch me, and make me come again.
I sat alone reading in the park, but two older men ended up surrounding me on the bench and turning the night into something much dirtier.
I knew I’d have to masturbate silently all vacation—until Andrés began describing the scene and the fantasy slipped between my legs.
I closed the door, kissed him against the wall, and knew that night I wasn’t giving him dinner: I was giving him the filthiest gift he’d been silently asking for.
I only went out for some pillows and ice cream, but that man kept staring at my legs as if he already knew how the night would end.
She had someone else’s blood on her hands when she shut my door and asked for something that no longer sounded like an order, but hunger.
I went down to the garden to smoke in my nightgown and ran into two of my partner’s friends. Half an hour later, I was naked on a table, eyes wide open.
She thought she was alone in her private cove. Hidden behind the dunes, I memorized every curve of her body before the waves dressed her again.
I came out of the bathroom and found them kissing on the sofa; seconds later, one of them looked at me and asked me to eat her pussy.
I sent her the voice message at three in the morning: tomorrow we’re going back, and this time there’ll be no holding back. She replied with a list of what she wanted him to do to us.
Everyone believed her trances came from heaven. Only Father Rodrigo knew the price she was willing to pay to reach the altars.
I showed up unannounced, dressed to provoke. What I didn't expect was that my boyfriend's brother would make the most of every second we spent alone.
He had been greeting me politely for months, but that hot morning I discovered in the refrigerator’s reflection that he wasn’t looking at my eyes.
He said he’d pick me up at five and told me not to ask questions. I never imagined what I’d have to hide while we walked through the crowds.
I arrived seeking silence and untouched coves; at reception they told me only one suite remained—with a huge bed, and him to share it.
I hid in the closet to watch over her, convinced I was protecting her. I never imagined I’d be the one to lose control that week.
It was three in the morning, and I couldn’t stop watching you sleep. I wanted to touch you, but I knew you were hurting. So I thought of something else.