Seduction

For weeks I had been masturbating every night, imagining what she was living in her own body. Until one Thursday I stood before the mirror and decided to stop imagining it.

I thought I’d have time to pull myself together before he came back from the kitchen. I was wrong. His voice behind me came just as I was whispering his name.

I opened the door for him to shelter from the downpour. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees in front of him, or that his four friends would come knocking too.

I knocked on the seventh-floor door with the bucket in my hand and my heart racing. Neither of us believed in the cleaning excuse anymore, and I stopped caring.

I crossed my arms to hide what the theater’s cold had betrayed in me. Then he sat beside me without asking, as if the seat were his.

I accepted his money without imagining how he’d want it paid back. When he arrived that night with wine and that calm smile, I knew there was no turning back.

It started as a secret I whispered in his ear while he was fucking me. It ended with him sitting a meter away, watching another man make me lose my mind.

I charged a lot and chose who I was with. That yacht invitation looked like any other, until the one man who didn’t touch me turned up on the beach.

That first night beneath the streetlamp, with the cold cutting my face, I realized my androgyny could be a weapon. I only had to hold out until I had the body I’d always wanted.

For weeks, two shadows had followed her at a distance. That night, instead of hurrying away, she turned around and waited for them.

Five of the boss’s friends, a rented house, and a poker game. Diego knew how I’d be dressed on every round; no one knew how the night would end.

When he ran back to the car, I was still planning to leave him at the station. At three in the morning, he was pressed against my back, searching for me beneath the sheet.

I dialed the number he gave me on the road without knowing his name. In two hours he’d be at my door, and I’d already put on the blonde wig and my highest heels.

I was distracted by my phone when I felt his hands on my ribs. That night in the courtyard, nothing innocent was left between us.

He’s always so serious in front of everyone else. No one imagines that one look from him is enough to make me lower my gaze, approach, and kneel without being asked.

I knew he’d come looking for me sooner or later. I just had to wait beneath the streetlamp and let his guilt do the rest of the work for me.

It was raining, his place was empty, and I had a surprise waiting. I’d never done it before, but that afternoon I decided it was time to find out what desire tasted like.

I woke with one fixed idea between my legs and a name on my tongue. That morning, all of Pamplona smelled like sex to me, and I only wanted to find her.

The meter had expired, and he was already kneeling with the wheel clamp. I had only a few seconds to convince him another way.

There are confessions that get stuck in your throat. This is one of them, and I’m telling it exactly as it happened: shamelessly, uncensored, and with a huge smile.