Unlocking My Private Locker: Surrendering My Virgin Ass to the Dauphin
In my private locker, that dark corner of my mind where I stash the filthiest secrets, I cracked it open. No more scrubbing floors like a servant in this damn château. The Dauphin—Louis, the future king—dined alone every night. I’d seen the maids leave his room flushed, giggling. He craved pussy. I was Elizabeth de…