Opening My Private Locker: The Night I Finally Claimed My Viking
I’m cracking open my Private Locker. That mental vault where I stash my dirtiest secrets. Tonight, I spill it all. The thrill hits hard—exposing this raw memory. My heart races sharing it. Sick of cold, empty nights in my big bed. I took charge. Invited Niels over. Pretext: help with his French dossier. Bullshit. He’s…