I’ve kept this locked in my Private Locker for over a year. That scorching July Saturday. Wife and son gone till Monday. Me, 46, married dad, sex-starved for three years. Horny as hell. Doorbell rings at 11:30. Sarah. 19. Stunning brunette, 5’1″, 48kg, 85C tits. Yellow tee, black mini-skirt, heels. Dropping off my drill. I…
Here in my private locker, digital vault on Callisto XII, I’ve buried this for rotations. Heart hammers now. Fingers tremble unlocking it. Raw spill. No holding back. Sweat-slick door grinds open. Rome’s thermes pulse, 38 AD. Or Paris rave throbs, 2023. Station bulle swirls, 3169. My body dives in. Music booms through veins. Bodies grind,…
The locker room door slammed shut. Echoes bounced off tiled walls slick with steam. Post-workout haze hung thick—sweat, chlorine, musk. My bag hit the bench hard. Phone buzzed. Another wave of two-star bullshit. ‘Shitty prose.’ ‘Two out of twenty.’ Three hundred empty clicks from faceless judges. Hollow eyes skipping my screams. Fury iced my veins….
Here in my private locker, the digital vault where I bury the filthiest shit, I finally crack it open. Heart pounding. Adrenaline spikes like pre-cum. No more hiding this. It’s me, Joe, spilling the beans on that wild ride with Mary. Our secret. Yours now too. Feds closing in. I hotwire the Merkabah, that rusty…
I’ve kept this locked in my private locker for years. That mental vault where desires fester. After a sweaty hike up the mountain trail, I reached the isolated lake. Crystal water, jagged peaks looming. No one around. Heart pounding. I stripped. Clothes folded neat on a rock. Naked skin prickled in the cool alpine air….