Fragments I remember
Confessions
Scenes from private evenings, written as I remember them and kept deliberately unfinished.
I’m Lucianno Vargas, and these stories explore the attention, discretion and private time at the heart of my work as a male companion for women and couples.
Some evenings stay with you for reasons that are difficult to explain.
A look that lasted too long.
A question asked at the wrong moment.
A door that closed after the evening was supposed to be over.
These are fragments I remember.
Some details remain private.
They should.
— Lucianno
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The Confessions
Confession V
When Privacy Matters More Than Luxury
She chose the quieter door, the smaller table and the kind of evening nobody could easily notice.
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The Woman Who Wanted Only Conversation
She said conversation was all she wanted, and for once I believed the words before I believed the silence.
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Confession I
The Woman Who Asked for Nothing
She said she wanted nothing. I knew better than to believe her too quickly.
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Confession II
The Couple Who Chose Together
There was no competition in the room. Only curiosity.
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Confession III
The Event That Was Supposed to End at Midnight
The event ended downstairs. The evening did not.
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