I’ve kept this locked tight in my Private Locker for years. That humid July afternoon in the pool locker room shadows, staring at the cabin door where Celine stripped. Heart pounding. No one around. My cock twitched just thinking of her bare skin inches away. But it started earlier. Back home, her nightie slipping, tits…
I unlock my Private Locker. That hidden vault in my mind where I stash the filthiest secrets. Tonight, I spill it all. The rush hits hard—heart pounding, cock twitching at the memory. Nathalie’s been teasing me about Amélie for weeks. Her new coworker at the hotel. ‘She’s perfect,’ she’d whisper. I had to see her….
I’ve kept this locked in my private vault for years. Tonight, adrenaline pumps as I spill it. That night in Juliette’s tiny apartment, two AM, whiskey buzzing soft. She’s no longer Jade the hooker—jeans, sneakers, fresh face. We talk deep, juices replace booze. Bodies inch closer. Kisses turn hungry, tongues dance. Hands slip under shirts….