Private Locker Confession: My Raw Forbidden Lust with Simon by the Lake
Sweat drips down my back. I’m alone in my private locker, the metal door half-open. Heart hammers. Fingers itch on the lock. This secret’s burned inside for centuries. Time to spill. You get the thrill, right? That rush of baring it all, controlled exposure. Adrenaline spikes. I breathe deep. Let it out. Lake edge. Dust…