sapphic-awakening

Here in my Private Locker, the vault where I stash my filthiest secrets, I finally crack it open. Heart racing. Adrenaline surges. No more holding back. This is that night at 18, deep in Normandy boarding school hell. All-girls dorm. Hormones raging. Every chick synced on her cycle—libido peaks hitting like a tidal wave. Moans…