Exhibitionist Confessions

Here in our bedroom, the air thick with tension, I unlock my private locker. That mental vault where I stash the filthiest truths. Amélie’s crying, furious about the paparazzi shots. Me, balls-deep in some twisted Kamasutra pose with a hooker. I can’t hold it back anymore. The thrill hits hard—adrenaline surging as I spill it…