Voyeur

The elevator stopped between floors, and the silence filled with filthy confessions, heated glances, and arousal no one wanted to stop.

When she served me a beer and put her hand on my fly, I realized she’d been deliberately letting herself be seen through that window for days.

I sat facing the sofa with my thighs clenched and my underwear soaked, determined not to touch anything and to watch it all.

We'd spent years getting naked without crossing the line, until a drunken shower by the beach turned those looks into something much dirtier.

I only approached to have a look, but when I saw that grown woman bend over the crib, I already had a hard-on inside my sweatpants.

I only wanted them to stop ignoring me, even if getting there meant standing in front of everyone and letting them laugh while they watched me.

I pretended to watch the screen while he opened my pants beneath his sweatshirt and made me tremble in the back row.

I got up on tiptoe to spy on the murmurs from the next room. Camila’s father wasn’t on the bed. Her mother was, on top of another woman.

What began as an absurd game between boss and subordinate changed when she saw me naked and smiled—and I knew I was no longer in charge.

I humiliated her in the elevator over something I never should have known, and the next day I learned that my job and my body no longer entirely belonged to me.

When I saw the man hiding among the bushes, it was already too late to cover myself... and worse, I didn’t want to.

Hidden inside a luxury car, I watched them start touching each other and knew that if I didn’t leave immediately, I’d end up soaking wet.

At first there were only clumsy kisses and caresses over clothing; then he began asking me to let him watch me and show more and more.

They took me to the office wearing a collar, and when I saw the men around the table, I understood exactly what they had prepared me for.

I'd spent months fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When Damián finally left that night, my wife turned to Rubén with an expression I'd only ever seen in bed.

She was sucking me in the back seat when I heard his voice beside the window; instead of pulling away, she kept going, hotter than before.

At two in the morning, I raised the blind in my underwear—and my neighbor across the street was already waiting with the light on.

We came back sweaty, half-drunk, and far too aroused; once the doors were left open, nobody slept as planned.

The message arrived at noon: that night I had to take my wife to the hotel and wait in the adjoining room, facing a switched-on screen.

I closed the bathroom window so I wouldn't repeat my mistake, but when someone knocked on the glass, I knew he had been thinking about me all night too.