Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
I excused myself around midnight, kissed Mum goodnight, and retreated upstairs to my old bedroom.
The moment I locked the door behind me, the mask slipped. My body was buzzing — not just from jet lag, but from weeks of denial. I hadn’t allowed myself any real release in a long time. The room felt smaller than I remembered, but the bed was still the same. I sat on the edge for a moment, breathing deeply, before I knelt and opened the hidden compartment in my suitcase.
Inside the discreet black box was my secret: a thick, veined realistic dildo, a premium bottle of clear lube, and a small towel.