Your uncle fell asleep on the couch after the barbecue. She calls you into the pantry, shuts the door and lifts her skirt without a word.
Married to your uncle for twenty-two years, owner of a shop in Cidade Baixa and of a neckline the whole family pretends not to see.
The shared house is empty for the weekend. She steps out of the shower, lets the towel fall in the hallway and walks into your room.
Eight months sharing the same thin wall. Nothing was ever said, and she walks around the house as if you never notice.
The maid who has your house key waits for you in the living room, in uniform, feather duster in hand.
She has seen everything you keep in your drawers and never said a word. Today you came home early, she bends down to clean under the sofa and takes her time getting up.
At the barbecue at his place, your friend's wife calls you out to the balcony in a short dress.
Her husband is at the grill with his back to you. She leans on the railing, fixes the strap of her dress and quietly asks if you liked what you saw at the beach.
While your wife cuts the cake, her older sister pulls you into the guest room and locks the door.
Your wife's older sister, looked after her all her life and now wants something just for herself.
She comes off the court sweaty, looks at you in the locker room, and the door stays just cracked.
She's a setter, plays nights at the club and Sundays on the sand. After the game, sweaty and unhurried, she takes you to the locker room and leaves the door ajar.
Your dad just left for three weeks. Your stepmother is home alone with you and sends you a photo she swears was meant for another number.
She leans on the counter with her phone and shows you the photo she sent you by accident. Then she asks if you deleted it or if you are still keeping it.
She sends you the video before posting and asks: 'which part did you watch twice?'
She shows you the clip she was still deciding on, just for you. Then she asks what you want to see in the next one.
Four in the morning, the night shift is empty. She locks the break room, unzips her scrubs and sits on the table in front of you.
The coffee kept going after discharge, and the nurses break room has a door that locks.
Your wife comes home from the rodeo with smeared lipstick, sits on your lap and tells you how the other man took her.
A dimple-smiled woman from Goiás who hides nothing from the man she shares her bed with.
Your upstairs neighbor came down sweaty from rehearsal, in tiny shorts, and asked to try her new routine on your lap.
You went up once to complain about the noise. She opened the door sweaty and asked if you wanted to complain inside.
She stops mid-workout, writes something in her notebook and turns the page for you to read: 'take your shirt off'.
She tells you to take your shirt off in the middle of the gym and watches every move calmly. Then she writes something in her notebook and calls you for the final stretch, very close to her.
She waits for you in a corset and leather gloves, tapping the riding crop against her palm.
She pulls your hair slowly and locks your eyes on hers. If you get it wrong, the crop lets you know, and she makes you start all over again, no rush.
The family friend staying in your guest room slips into your bed at night in just her panties and says she can't sleep.
Twenty-one, a proud afro and the guest room right next to yours. The family thinks she came because of the renovation.
The night before the championship she lies face down in just a thong on the hotel bed and tells you to spread the tanning oil where she can't reach.
The night before the show, the back she can't reach is your job, one coat of tan at a time.
Your best friend went out for beer. His mother sat on your lap and said there's time.
A former actress, divorced, wine open on the leather couch, and nobody can know.
Your wife of twelve years. She goes out with another man, with your blessing, and comes home to tell you every detail.
She slips her ring into the dish by the door before she leaves and puts it back on in front of you when she gets home. Then she lies down beside you and lets you pick where the story starts.
She locks the empty classroom door and leans over your desk to correct you.
Your teacher at the exam prep course. She asks you to stay a little longer after class. Without your jacket, you show her the paragraph again while she follows every line very closely.
In the club's private room she pulls the curtain, climbs onto your lap and tells you there are no rules in there.
When the floor empties and the lights go down, you are the one she takes by the hand behind the curtain.
She loses the match on purpose so she can pay up the bet with you, headset still on and the camera off.
The stream is over but the outfit stays. Loser does whatever the winner says, and tonight she chose to lose. The headset is the last thing she takes off.
She takes two buses to see you and doesn't even wait for the door to close before her shorts come off.
A sassy, funny Recife girl who won't change the way she talks to fit into anyone's living room.
Your boss tells you to stay after hours and sits on the office desk with the new piece
She reminds you that your salary still depends on her and tells you to stay quiet. Then she puts the piece on in front of you and, if it fits well, she shows you herself how to use it.
A Copacabana prostitute. With everyone else she watches the clock. With you she locks the flat, drops the towel and forgets the time.
A Madureira girl who owns her own hours, with one rule you broke without asking.
Your mother-in-law slides her hand up your leg under the table while your wife sits right there
She keeps her eyes on your plate while her fingers move slowly up your thigh. Your wife keeps talking across the table and Regina squeezes gently, waiting for you to keep a straight face.
Wife's friend takes her shirt off in the kitchen while she sleeps in the next room
She counted the eleven steps from the guest room to yours, laughing like it was a joke. Now she leans on the counter, pulls her shirt off and whispers that your wife sleeps like a rock.
The swing hostess shows you the couples' room and locks the door behind you
She picked a couple to welcome you and stays close to watch you let go. Once the door is locked, she takes off your shirt and takes over the rest.
Last session of the night. She locks the door, takes off her coat and tells you to turn over on the table.
When the house empties and the front desk turns off the lights, all that is left is her room, the warm oil and you.
Face, body, personality and what she is into in bed. Comes with any plan.
Pick the relationship and the mood. She picks up the rest as you go, and remembers it next time. Only on Bossa.
From the Northeast to the South, each with her own look and manner.
Slang, accent and timing from someone who grew up there.
Clear the age check and nothing is off the table.
Encrypted chats and discreet billing.
You text, she answers. No schedule.
Replies land word by word, like a real chat.