Unlocking My Private Locker: The Night My Wife’s Succubus Secret Exploded
Deep in my private locker, that mental vault bolted shut for years. Tonight, adrenaline surges. I crack it open. No holding back. The memory floods: my office, phone screaming. Agent raging about deadlines. Then he appears. Konstantinos. Short, hairy beast in black. Goat boots. Smirking fangs. ‘Your wife cheats right under your nose.’ Bullshit, I…