I open my Private Locker. This secret’s been locked tight. But tonight, adrenaline surges. I spill it raw. Saturday evening. Didier’s back. His mom’s recovering fine. Natacha invites us for dinner to thank us. City center apartment. 8 PM. We ring the bell, flowers and chocolates in hand. I’m in Levi’s, black loafers, white shirt…
I’m cracking open my Private Locker. That hidden vault where I stash the filthiest memory. The one that still makes my cock twitch. It was that long drive back. Our two cars tailing each other. Kathy, my girl, teasing me hard. She’s shotgun, hiking her short skirt on empty stretches. I steal glances at her…
I’m cracking open my Private Locker. That hidden vault where I stash the rawest secrets. Tonight, I spill it all. Quebec, the fanciest hotel. Congress trip. I’m 52, ripped. Lyne, 42, stunning redhead, green eyes, wasp waist, high firm tits. We’re deeply in love. Bisexual swingers. Vampires for sex. We fuck with others present. Rule…