Strangers

Four powerful men dead in the same way. All naked, exhausted. Someone chose them, seduced them, and took them to the exact limit before the end.

I went down to the kitchen at midnight never imagining he was still awake. He was in the garden smoking, with that effortless air. He looked at me and I made no move to leave.

Behind those boxes, I thought no one could see me. The red camera on the ceiling and the footsteps at the door told me otherwise.

My friends had years of experience when I had barely even brushed a guy. That night in Medellín, I made up for all of it at once.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

The boy from the neighborhood looked me up and down without shame while I tried to keep my voice from trembling. I was forty-six, with a son to save.

He told me to close my eyes, that he had chocolate for me. What I felt on my lips was not exactly chocolate.

I only wanted to clear my head for one night. I never expected that bachelorette party, that bar, and that man would stay with me for so long.

Renata had a dress almost transparent from sweat and a smile that wasn’t about rest. Nobody knew how to dance. That night, it didn’t matter.

When I looked down, I saw she was holding the larger condom between her fingers. It wasn’t for me. And yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

There were six of them. All over sixty. They watched me without moving, waiting for my signal. I never imagined that would be what turned me on most that whole weekend.

She appeared on my screen on an ordinary night, but her rough voice woke something in me with an urgency I didn’t know existed.

That afternoon I decided I was going to fuck him somehow, even if I had to dress for him and come on to him without a shred of subtlety. What happened next left me shaking.

That night in the rented house in Búzios, with three guys and half a bottle of vodka, Camila decided shame could wait until tomorrow.

When I told my flatmate on the balcony what that stranger had done to me a month earlier, I never expected her to ask to come with me next time.

She suggested a mixed hot spring bath as part of the tour. I thought it was a cultural custom. An hour later, we were both naked in the water, and there was no turning back.

When I entered his apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only innocent thing left in the place. I knew I wouldn’t leave the same.

The rule was simple: no falling in love. But when Rocío sent me that voice note at midnight, I knew this was going to get messier than I wanted.

The deal was simple: if she made it to the garage without anyone seeing her, the reward would be unforgettable. But the building was never quite empty.