Garden Shed Awakening: My First Cock and the Thrill of Forbidden Touch
The garden shed reeked of earth and sweat. Summer sun baked the tin roof. Heat trapped inside like a fever. Me and Marie, hearts hammering. We’d tailed Dudule—Roger—all afternoon. His potato rows endless. Now, busted. Hiding behind wood stacks no more. “What do you want?” His voice rough, eyes darting. Paranoia thick. Marie steps up,…