Strangers

I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them come in one after another while I lost count.

We went in looking for a gangbang and there were only two men sitting there in towels. They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.

She went down to the stage just to dance. When the leash holding that man dropped to the floor, I knew none of us would control what came next.

They went in looking for a new dildo and ended up kneeling in a dark booth, not knowing how many hands were touching her or how many mouths were waiting their turn.

We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.

Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, yielding to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would end with the three of us in something much bigger.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.