El amigo de mi sobrino me eligió a mí
The request came from a shy boy, my nephew’s friend. I took weeks to answer him and a month to admit I wanted him in my bed.
The request came from a shy boy, my nephew’s friend. I took weeks to answer him and a month to admit I wanted him in my bed.
He got two smiles out of me in one week, and I gave him my number. That afternoon, on the stairwell of his building, I showed him everything an experienced woman can do.
She showed him her phone with trembling hands. It wasn’t a message from another boy: it was a list of searches that confessed everything she’d kept hidden for years.
When the closet door closed and we were left in the dark, I felt her hand slide up my leg. We only had ten minutes.
I was always the confident one of the two. But with cold handcuffs on my wrists and her new smile over me, I understood I was no longer the one in charge.
I thought surviving ten kicks would be easy. I didn’t count on her enjoying every one of them, or on how much I’d end up enjoying them too.
One slip and a few cruel laughs were enough for him to discover that shame, far from hurting, was igniting something new and dark inside him.
I pulled my pants down thinking no one could see me. When I stumbled and fell into the sand, two pairs of eyes were already watching me with a smile that promised nothing good.
He sat down at the table with his usual smile, the one of someone who thinks he owns the world. He had no idea that afternoon we were going to wipe it off his face forever.
I knew two strangers were watching me from the terrace above. What I never imagined was that by that same afternoon I’d have them and their sister in our bed.
When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.
She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.
I let them walk ahead so I could stare without hiding it. I never imagined that, before noon, the two of them would call me over from behind the palm trees.
Her mouth around my cock woke me up, and I knew the second day in the beach house was going to be even longer than the first.
We’d been seeing each other for six months as friends, never daring to do anything. That night, while we spun the bottle, I realized they wanted a lot more than our company.
It was our last night, and there were no more turns or games: just eight friends, a lot of skin, and the quiet promise that no one would be left unsatisfied.
I secretly wrote the ad, chose the candidates one by one, and booked the suite. All that was left was for her to walk through that door and discover her real gift.
We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.
We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.
Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.
I thought it would just be another photo shoot. I had no idea the three of them would end up touching me at once—or that I’d let myself go without thinking of my husband.
—Just watching, —she whispered at the club’s door. But strangers’ hands were already searching for her skin, and I couldn’t look away or stop it.
We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.
Lying in the sun after what had just happened, we heard them laughing at him for not daring to come over. And that was exactly what made us get up.
There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.
I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.
I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.
It was her first coven gathering and the youngest in the circle. All of them wanted to touch her, but she only had eyes for the blonde watching her from across the fire.
It was two in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and she was still laughing on my sofa. I knew that was the moment I had been waiting for.
I rested my feet on her lap without thinking, like so many other nights. But that time Daniela looked at me differently, and I knew there was no turning back.
Marina knew exactly where to touch to make Lucía’s body stop obeying her. That night, in the hotel’s dim light, she decided to find out how far her curiosity went.
I spent half my life believing I had everything, until I saw her standing on the production line and knew I wouldn’t stop until I had her in my bed.
Twenty years separated Mariana from her teacher, but when that hand paused on her hip during rehearsal, she knew she was being looked at differently.
I thought the hardest thing of the year would be passing my English exam. I was wrong: the hardest thing was hiding how badly I wanted the woman teaching me.
I had been away from her for a week and, the moment I stepped through her front door, I knew that lesson wasn’t going to be about any exam.
I thought I had her cornered against the wall. It took me a second to understand that the only one trapped in that empty house was me.
She led the retreat with the devotion of someone who never breaks a rule. I just wanted a private massage, far from the prayers and the watching eyes.
Bruno had broken my heart again, but waiting for me in that house on the outskirts wasn’t him, it was his mother, wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination.
She pushed me against the wall with a slow kiss, lowered her voice to a whisper, and told me I’d be a good girl. I never knew her name, but I obeyed her.
Every time she passed by my desk, I lost track of what I was doing. I never imagined one single slip would expose everything I felt for her.
I’d never thought about Nora that way—until she brushed against me in the bar and I understood, from her smile, that she’d been thinking about it for a long time.
She had trained for five years and never competed. On that last afternoon, when her coach straddled her, she knew it wasn’t nerves making her shake.
I didn’t take my eyes off her when she came to the bed. I knew what was about to happen shouldn’t happen, and still I let her sit on my lap.
We arrived at the club after midnight, not really knowing what we were looking for. We knew when Mara got out of the water, looked at both of us, and smiled as if she already knew us.
When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.
When Marina led them to the sofa and told them to start nice and slow, I knew that dinner with the gym couple would not end like any other night.
She was naked on her boyfriend’s lap, still flushed, when she said it with a half-smile: “Since we’ve started… we could keep going.” No one expected that from her.
I needed money and he had a proposition. It took me less time than I expected to say yes, and much longer to understand what that yes meant.
I climbed in thinking I was in control. Forty minutes later, I understood the only one setting the rules on that road was him.
Matías had been looking at me differently for weeks. When he finally said it out loud, the floor disappeared beneath my feet. It was forbidden.
I’d been crossing paths with him in that house for years. I knew how he looked at me, I knew what I felt every time he brushed against me. That afternoon I stopped pretending I didn’t want him.
Three days later, he got to the club early. She arrived last, closed the door, and the click of that latch was the only sign they needed.
I woke up with the sheets damp from the dream I’d had. I touched myself before getting out of bed. And the whole day was the same: my body with its own agenda.
Still tasting her skin on my lips, I knew that night in the car would change everything I thought I knew about desire.
I knelt before her on the patio floor, her sneakers in my hands and her gaze fixed on me. The taste was the least of it.
The garden was dark when Marcos dragged me behind the hedges. What followed, amid champagne and bodies, was nobody’s plan.
Too wired on caffeine to sleep, I went down to the lobby and there she was: blonde, elegant, with a coffee cup in her hands and that smile that wasn’t quite innocent.
When I first saw my lover's son, I knew he'd be trouble. I didn't imagine that same afternoon he'd be sending me intimate photos pretending to be his father.
When Aurelia took off her dress in front of my camera, I knew that photo shoot wasn’t going to end like the others.
I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.
My friends don’t understand why I go back to that nowhere village every year. If they saw what’s in my gallery, they wouldn’t need to ask.
I’d gone months without opening the hidden folder on my phone. That night, insomnia and desire decided for me.
It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.
When Saya opened her eyes in the darkness, the first thing she felt was the cold steel on her wrists and Nadia’s breath inches from her face.
He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.
Sofía pulled out the clothes her husband had never seen from the back of the closet. Her daughter did the same. That night they went out together to find what was missing at home.