Women

My friend left the treatment table smiling, leaving me alone with an esthetician who touched me far too well for it to be only a wax.

We got into the car laughing on Friday, but when she locked the doors, I realized the game was serious—and we were no longer in charge.

When she called me to the front, I thought she would merely point out muscles; I never imagined I’d end up naked, wet, and spread open before the other three.

I went to watch her fight and ended up kissing her in an alley, with fresh blood on her lips and a savage desire to make her mine.

I thought that dinner was a joke, until I saw my lover arrive arm in arm with another woman and realized that night I was going to watch, touch, and learn.

I went to confront my ex’s mistress and ended up staring at her body for far too long, imagining everything I shouldn’t have wanted.

After their shift, their glances were no longer innocent; when I closed my bedroom door, I knew that first time wouldn't end with a simple kiss.

I thought I would share her with a man for one night, but when she opened the door and I saw the other woman, it was already too late to back out.

I went upstairs only to find an empty bathroom, but the guest who led me there closed the door and looked at me as if she'd already decided what to do with me.

They closed the tower doors to talk, but when their hands touched, political tension became an impossible need to stop.

A broken wheel left us alone in the forest, and when she appeared naked among the branches, I knew the journey would never end the same way.

I thought they were only going to search me when I arrived, but the supervisor closed the door, looked me over, and I knew I’d be obeying that night.

I closed the office door trembling; when she told me to take off my clothes, I knew she hadn’t forgotten anything about last time.

She looked at me as if she still knew me from the inside, and I had to pretend to be cold while my whole body remembered her hands.

I thought we were going to have dinner and talk, but my neighbor took me somewhere everyone seemed to know her—and I ended up crossing a line.

She arrived with her purse, a flimsy excuse, and a gaze fixed far too intently on my cleavage; when she pulled out that toy, I knew she hadn’t come just to study.

When I saw how she looked at my boyfriend, I thought I would be furious; instead, I wanted to push her toward him and watch up close.

She had someone else’s blood on her hands when she shut my door and asked for something that no longer sounded like an order, but hunger.