Private Locker Confession: Claiming the Shy Vendangeuse’s Perfect Ass
I’m cracking open my Private Locker right now. That dusty corner of my mind where I bury the filthiest secrets. The ones that make my cock twitch just thinking about them. This one’s from a freezing autumn harvest. Tiny vineyard, ten of us picking rotten grapes on icy ground. Back-breaking work, but the wine breaks at the row’s end. Pauses for smokes, piss, anything to warm frozen hands. Nights? Crammed in a stinking dorm, balls full, no pussy in sight. Guys fought over Alexandra’s dark eyes and flat ass. I quit that chase. Sat next to Janine every supper. Tiny, mousy thing. Barely spoke. ‘Pass the bread.’ That’s it. But one night, standing up, her ass hit my eyes. Full, plump cheeks on a skinny frame. Wide hips, pear-shaped perfection. Alexandra’s? Flat as a board. Nature’s cruel joke. From then on, I obsessed. Jerked off to it twice. Talked to her face, eyed that jiggling glory.
Penultimate night. Liver wrecked from booze, feeling sick. Skipped drinks. After coffee, blurts out: ‘Wanna get some air, Janine?’ Dumb idea in the cold. We wander to the winery. Big vats bubbling wine. Step out for fresh air, come back. She’s facing a barrel. Back to me. That ass. Knees weak. We sit on a barrel. Small talk. Back pain. Her cleaning gigs. My job hunt. Silence. Fermentation hums. Then, impulse. Slam my big hand on her fat cheek. No gentle touch. Full grope. She freezes. No slap, no word. Nothing. Turns me on hard. Slide under, knead deep. She lets it happen. Passive. Perfect.
Opening the Vault: No More Holding Back
Stand her up. Hands roam free. Pull down joggers, panties. White, milky globes. Dream come true. Spread cheeks. Finger her crack. Tease that tight hole. Dip in wet finger. Pump slow. Add another. Stretch her gentle. Tongue next, slobbering her pucker. Prep her right. She bends forward on command. Silent obedience. My dick screams. Out it comes. Press head to ring. Push in slow. Inch by inch. No sound from her. Just takes it. Heat grips me tight. Hold still. ‘Feel my cock in your ass? Like it?’ Silence. Proof enough. Hand to her pussy. She squeaks, cums hard. Floods my fingers.
Deep Thrusts in the Dark: Raw Surrender
Ramp up. Pound her depths. Use that plump ass. She quivers, cums again. Deeper. Triggers me. Balls tighten. Slam deep, unload ropes inside. Fill her guts. Pure bliss. Pull out slow. Clean up quiet. Dress. Walk back separate. She waves from stairs to girls’ room. Me to guys’ dorm. No words.
Next morning, bolt for doc. Liver screaming. Back days later for pay. Janine’s gone. Yvonne winks dirty: ‘She asked for your address.’ No luck. Tease in her eyes. Knows we fucked raw. Wanted to brag: ‘Sodomized her deep. She begged with silence.’ Never got her info. Too late now. Locker snaps shut. Light as air. Secret safe. Yours now. Adrenaline rush sharing it.
