Young

I get up early so I can have the gym to myself. But for the past three weeks, there’s been a much better reason to arrive before anyone else: him, and that scandalous smile.

At forty-nine I thought I’d seen it all, until that soaked stranger took off his shirt in my patio and I knew the afternoon wouldn’t end with gardening.

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, in his building’s stairwell, I taught him what 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 sliding 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 enduring ten hits 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.

A single slip and some cruel laughter were enough for him to discover that shame, far from hurting, ignited 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 at the table with his usual smug grin, the one of someone who thinks he owns the world. He had no idea we were about 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 pretending otherwise. I never imagined that, before noon, they would beckon me 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.