My Private Locker Secret: Seducing the Headmistress Over the Phone
Deep in my private locker, that mental vault where I stash the filthiest secrets, I finally cracked it open. New job as intendant at a college near Angoulême. Free from a dead marriage. Sex-starved. One lonely night, I hit a dating site. Her profile: ‘Blonde, slim, elegant, high social level, seeking same.’ I fired off…