Private Locker Confession: I Pay Men to Fuck Me
I’m cracking open my Private Locker right now. That mental vault where I stash my dirtiest truth. Heart pounding. Adrenaline rush. I pay men to fuck me. Forty years old. Tall, short blonde hair, soft generous curves. Successful graphic designer. Adoring mom to my little girl. No taste for couples or chains. Sex? Started slow….