Strangers

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.

When I got to the cabin, there were only thirty men in suits and a drink waiting for me. It didn’t take long to understand why they’d paid me so much.

For weeks I passed in front of them, pretending to be afraid. That afternoon I took off my bra behind a bush and decided to let all six men do whatever they wanted to me.

We left the party at four in the morning thinking the night was over. In reality, in that huge house it was only just beginning.

When she slid the latch shut and dropped her jacket on the chair, I knew we weren’t going to spend those hours on the narrow bunk sleeping.

I wore Carolina’s black panty under tight pants, walking the city’s darkest avenue and waiting for someone to stop beside me.

Drunk and heartbroken after losing my job, I said yes to her flirting. “Just five minutes in the bathroom,” she promised. I had no idea how far she meant to go.

She went down to reception just to ask about a trail, but she kept staring too long at the green eyes of the girl behind the desk. And the girl noticed.

I arrived in the city knowing no one, and that very afternoon a stranger offered me a slice of pizza. Neither of us knew where that gesture would lead.

Widowed, out of date, and alone, Rodrigo just wanted to blow off steam on a Saturday night. He never expected the stranger at the bar to offer him something he’d never considered.

She laughed at my jokes, touched my arm, and I thought I had her in the bag. I never imagined she’d be the one taking control that night in the hotel room.

I hadn’t touched anyone in two years when she answered my message with one question: “when are we meeting?” I never imagined how that night would end.

The Rio girl sat between them like the night belonged to her. “Soft or the kind that break things?” she asked. Neither of them knew what was still waiting to be discovered.

I moved my body a little closer, pretending not to understand the chart, and watched her hands tremble over the papers.

I went looking for my husband in a jealous mood, and the man I was dancing with stopped me: “Leave it, I gave him permission.” I didn’t understand until his body pressed against mine.

We’d talked about swapping partners for weeks, but neither of us imagined that crossing that red-upholstered door would make us forget who belonged to whom.

I did my makeup, chose the tightest black dress, and went down to the restaurant knowing that night with the other couple wouldn’t end at the table.

They liked us, we liked them, and the warm water did the rest. What came after none of the four of us had fully planned.

When we created the profile, we weren’t looking for blind sex, but for someone who understood us. Diego and Valeria wrote to us one night, and everything changed.

“And you don’t mind that she’s got a cock?” her cousin asked before introducing her to me. I said I wanted to get to know her first. That same night I ended up on my knees at her feet.