My Supermarket Stranger: The Day I Opened My Private Locker
I rarely open my Private Locker. This one’s too raw, too real. But here, with you, a stranger, I spill it. The thrill hits hard. It started innocently. Him, spotting me in the supermarket aisle. Tall, handy type. We chatted. Smiles lingered. I smiled back, thinking of my husband later. But nah, too silly. Forgot…