Strangers

I had been wearing lingerie in secret for years. That week, far from home, I decided to find out what it felt like to do it for real, in a stranger’s bed.

She imagined herself in the dark, with her robe open and unknown hands moving over her without asking permission. And for the first time, she didn’t want them to stop.

I had never seen her, I didn’t know her name, but that night her sentences touched me deeper than anyone had touched me in years. And I let them.

My wife thought the game was over when the technician left. She didn’t know the hidden camera had recorded everything, and that my excitement had only just begun as I watched from the office.

I thought it would just be another chat to kill the boredom. But when he started typing, I closed my eyes and let his words do what no hand had done in months.

When I felt his erection pressed against my ass, I knew I wasn’t going to move. And I knew, too, that at the next station, we were both getting off.

I closed my eyes to imagine a stranger, but when I opened them I found half the site watching me from the scaffolding. And I didn’t want to stop.

I closed my eyes looking for sleep and what I found were unknown hands holding me in the dark and not letting me escape.

The video came without warning: him in his car, the light red and one hand not on the wheel. I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time.

That afternoon I didn’t need a video. I only had to close my eyes to drift to a balcony where someone watched me come, and everything else stopped mattering.

Your message arrived before the coffee: “What would you do to me?” And I, naked and half awake, knew that question was going to cost me the whole morning.

I thought I had the jacuzzi to myself. With two guys watching me from the sauna, my imagination ran wild and my hands kept pace.

I only wanted to get home. But his honey-colored eyes and that half-smile of a boy who knows what he wants made me change course in the middle of the station.

I was bored, stressed, and horny when a lavender-haired girl popped into my private chat and asked if I wanted more than a simple game chat.

I arrived shattered by my parents’ death. Verónica promised that in Brazil I’d learn to forget, but I never imagined how my own sister planned to comfort me.

I was alone at home, opened the app, and a Romanian trucker replied with a photo that got me out of bed and into his trailer.

I reached the entrance not knowing if I’d have the courage to go up. My name is Esteban, I’m 48, and upstairs a couple I only knew by messages was waiting for me.

The ad said: closeted transvestite looking for a mature friend. That same week I got into a pickup with tinted windows, not fully knowing what was waiting for me at the end of the trip.

I thought it would just be a few more photos in exchange for a few dollars. But when I got on all fours in front of the camera, I knew tonight the desire would be mine alone.