Waxing

Three days in the same suit, broken in the armchair. I was the only woman in the house now, and I decided life had to go on, even if I had to start by undressing him.

I shaved myself smooth, slipped into my black thong, and painted my lips red. He’d arrive in an hour, and I was already trembling before I’d even seen him.

When I asked for a full waxing, she arched a brow and her smile stopped being professional. The wax and her fingers soon became one.

I thought I had the whole house to myself for four days. I didn’t count on him having keys, cameras, and a curiosity he’d never confessed.

Every week they repeated the same private ritual, but that night, with her cousin sleeping on the other side of the hall, she discovered how much she liked obeying.

They had known each other since adolescence and desired each other in silence. When both married men who let them be free, they stopped hiding.

I asked Damián to come with me and wait in the waiting room. The doctor invited him inside. I said nothing. That silence changed everything.

I thought I had the whole house to myself. When I heard that deep voice behind me, I knew my secret had just been discovered.

I'd smoked since I was eighteen, and nothing had ever made me stop. Until my wife found that doctor with impossible heels and a predator's smile.

That week I behaved like an insolent girl, and he warned me: we’d see whether I was still so haughty when he had me right in front of him, on my knees.

She had always been the one holding the leash. That night, chained to the sawhorse, she learned that queens too end up kneeling before a crueler mistress.

Nobody knows. Not even the person I sleep with every night. But when I close my eyes I see myself in front of the mirror, transformed into someone else, ready for him.

I was always a man of soccer and conquests, until the first thong brushed my shaved skin and I understood there was no going back.

That morning I shaved my legs, put on the white platforms, and got out of the car knowing everyone on the street would look at me. And look at me they did.

I arrived at his door trembling, unaware that a cheap dress and plastic heels would change everything I thought I knew about myself that night.