Unlocking My Private Locker: The Dream Fuck That Changed Everything
I unlock my private locker. Dust settles. Those old posters glare back. Tennis girl, skirt up, bare ass scratched casually. No panties. Triumph Dolomite, roaring sideways, then parked elegant. Fantasies burned in my teen brain. Forty years buried deep. Pre-retirement hits. Heart plays tricks. Doc benches me. Bored, I hunt that Triumph. Months later, she…
