Unlocking My Private Locker: The Night I Surrendered to Vincent’s Touch
Deep in my private locker, the digital vault where I bury my dirtiest secrets, this one’s locked tight. Until now. The thrill of spilling it hits like adrenaline—heart pounding, skin prickling. It’s August 23rd, scorching heat wave. I’m at my best friend Pauline’s—May to me—lounging by her dad’s private covered pool. Blue water laps cool…