public fingering

I’m cracking open my private locker, that mental vault where I stash the filthiest secrets. This one’s burning inside me—the day I let raw desire flood out with Madeleine, my 79-year-old neighbor. Heart pounding, I spill it all. No holding back. Gardening in the yard, her voice hits me over the fence. ‘Bonjour, monsieur!’ She’s…