My Forbidden Affair with Childhood Crush Arnaud: Raw Confession from My Private Locker
I unlock my private locker, the digital vault in my mind where I bury the filthiest secret. Heart pounding. This is it. No more holding back. That afternoon in Arnaud’s real estate agency, after years of flirty hellos post-shift. Jean tight on my ass, white tee showing red bra flash. His eyes lit up. Childhood…