Voyeur

The fourth round of daiquiris lowered everyone’s defenses, but nobody expected Daniela’s confession to end with all of us tangled up on the living-room rug.

The back curtain didn’t close properly, and the voice I heard from the bedroom wasn’t the neighborhood Carla who greeted me every morning.

A peephole no bigger than a pea was enough to watch her ride naked on a white horse. Roderic made that hole—and could never close his eyes in peace again.

Her anniversary gift was waiting for her on the other side of a hole in the wall. There was only one rule, and it was that I stayed to watch.

I read the letter in the dressing room with trembling hands. The offer was indecent, the sum obscene. I showed my husband, expecting fury; he smiled and told me to accept.

When we pulled up beside them, the girl was already moving her hips to the song. Mateo had painted nails. That trip wasn’t going to end the way we’d planned.

My grandmother made the decision, as always. I only followed instinct. What happened in that cabin during the storm is still ours alone.

My husband had a plan: take me to a shop and let the salesman put his hands on me. There was only one rule: he would pretend not to see a thing.

I was there, champagne bucket in hand, listening to every moan, every creak of the bed. And I couldn't bring myself to walk away.

They tied me up in the park in broad daylight and no one came to help. They had planned it well—much better than I had.

I knew what he would do if he thought we were alone. What I couldn’t foresee was that my husband was watching everything from the other side of the glass.

She had always been shy, but that afternoon on the beach, naked beneath the sun, something awakened in her that I had never seen before.

The first night in the new apartment, I heard the neighbor on the other side of the wall. I had to go to the bathroom to finish while Laura slept.

When Lucía whispered her birthday fantasy to me, I knew there was no turning back: she wanted to be auctioned among our closest friends for one whole night.

When Damián whispered that he could have me, something changed in Mateo's eyes. His shyness vanished, and I stopped being the one in control of the game.

I didn’t need to touch her. Just to be there, half a meter from her back, breathing the same air. And to see, once again, that she wasn’t going to turn around.

You’ve been swallowing midnight sighs for years. That night someone was watching you from the doorway, and your body knew before you did.

She arrived looking at the floor, buttoned to the neck. It was she who gave the instructions as soon as they closed the door to room six.

I was 18. I never would have imagined a trip with my grandmother and mother would end like this. The storm had gone on for two days without stopping.

We were two married business partners, a pricey SUV, and two hundred kilometers ahead. They were twenty and had an attitude that changed everything.