Sade Fantasies

I’m alone in my private locker, the digital vault where I bury my nastiest urges. Pulse racing. Adrenaline surges. No more holding back. I crack it open. Spill the filthiest secret I’ve ever kept. That afternoon at Musée d’Orsay, post-Sade exhibit. Juliette and I, buzzing from depraved art. Orgiastic paintings dripping vice. My cock twitched…