Young

Catalina came into the room at three in the morning, took off her dress without looking at me, and said she didn’t want to sleep alone in the cold.

I met him online when I was sixteen. Two years later, one August morning, he texted me that he was traveling to the capital and that it was my only chance to see him again.

Marina had spent months being invisible to her husband. Her nephew looked at her the only way she needed to be looked at. That night, the cards made a decision.

When he opened the door wearing only his shirt, I knew we weren’t going to talk much that afternoon. And I wasn’t wrong at all.

When the door opened, I was still pressing his briefs to my face. He looked at me with a smile that wasn’t angry, but something much worse.

I parked on the emptiest level of the underground garage and asked if she was still sure. She nodded. I handed her the envelope and asked her to just watch, nothing else.

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.

That afternoon, while the movie kept playing in the background, her sweaty hand found mine under the blanket and I knew something between us was about to change forever.

At 21, I thought I could handle anything. But when Esteban put his hands on my back and I felt my body respond, I wasn’t so sure of anything anymore.

I recognized him the moment he spoke: he was the same man from the week before, the one with that enormous cock that left me barely able to walk for days.

Tomás watched her from the living room with a calm that was anything but innocent. Lorena knew it. And instead of ignoring him, she kept cooking without stepping away.

I had five university students who paid well and started missing class. The solution came when my wife walked into the study and they all forgot their derivatives.

Under my button-down there’s lace. Under my dress pants, fishnet stockings and garters. My coworkers see Matías. I know who I really am.

I opened the room door and there was Renata: exactly like her photos, but with nerves on edge that no image can capture.

I arrived with my recorder and my questions ready. She welcomed me with a cup of coffee and a smile that was not exactly professional.

When she turned off the hallway lights and closed the door, I understood we weren’t going to talk about my record. Something had changed in the office.

We were sworn enemies since we were five. No one would ever guess that the girl who made my nose bleed would also be my first woman.

Adrián offered to drive me home with my guitar. I should have said no. But there was something in the way he looked at me that wouldn’t let me answer.

The August heat crushed the block’s courtyard and Adrián couldn’t tear his eyes from the window across the way. Mrs. Valverde didn’t know she was being watched.

When I lock the door, I open the drawer, take out the perfume he chose for me, and become who I really am. Only he knows.