Strangers

She’d been in all afternoon when she walked in. I knelt to fit her with a heel, and with her bare foot in my hands, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.

She entered the half-ruined market looking for evidence for a complaint and found four men ready to use her like no one ever had.

I agreed to accompany him, knowing I would be his woman for a few days. What I didn’t know was that my body was already part of the deal.

The moment he got behind the wheel, Carmen knew who was in charge: no kiss or caress would come when she wanted, only when he decided.

She cranked the heat all the way up so none of them would stop sweating. She wanted them to arrive tired, dirty, and hungry to do to her all the things no one dared ask for.

We spent weeks looking for an audience on Telegram with no luck. That night, in a dark pine grove, someone parked beside us and kept watching what my girlfriend wanted me to do to her.

I went down to the reservoir to escape the heat and ended up helpless on the shore while a stranger’s toes decided the pace of my surrender.

I offered to check her ankle as a doctor. She crossed her leg, brought her foot to my face, and I knew, in that instant, who was really in charge.

I chose the spot closest to the water, dropped my bikini, and before lying down, searched for the one who hadn’t been able to take his eyes off me.

No one dared move, but she knew that one gesture from her would make the whole beach hold its breath and turn the circle from mere sand into something else.

I only wanted to sit in the dim light and touch myself for a while. I didn’t expect a complete stranger three seats away to make me lose my mind.

I hated her with all my might, and yet with her body bound over mine and the gag swallowing her insults, my body betrayed me in the worst possible way.

No one dared to move until she raised the bottle of oil toward the strangers and, without a word, invited them to join the game.

When the sun began to sink, neither woman needed words to lead: a single glance was enough for every hand to know where it belonged.

Four hands lifted her above the sand as the entire circle held its breath, waiting to see how far she would dare to go that afternoon.

Behind every mask was an invitation no one dared say aloud, and that night you chose to accept it without asking me.

She had never crossed the threshold of a circle like that, but that afternoon, her skin covered in oil and salt, Daniela understood that some desires exist only when shared.

I booked two seats in an almost empty theater and gave one to a stranger who read me. I didn’t know if she’d come until I saw her find her seat in the dark.

I walked into the room blindfolded, nearly naked under my coat, not knowing who was waiting for me on the other side of the music. Only my husband’s voice guided me.

When we got back to the room, we couldn’t wait any longer. Then there was a knock: the gift I’d prepared for her had just arrived, and you knew nothing.