sex-shop-fantasy

Here in my private locker, I unlock the dirtiest secret I’ve buried deep. Fifty-five years old, thirty with Paul, my insatiable husband. Weekends are our fuck marathons—pornos, fantasies of adultery, double toys. But in Barcelona, vacation heat cracked me open. We strolled night streets. Passed a glowing sex shop, red neon screaming sin. Paul begged….