⚠️ This is a fictionalized fantasy involving taboo themes. Only part of the story is real, and no endorsement or encouragement of harmful behavior is intended. If you're easily offended, skip this one. If you're curious about how desire warps memory and fantasy, welcome.⚠️
Let me make this real clear:
This is a fantasy. One that lived only in my teenage mind.
No one was harmed. No one even knew. And nothing ever happened - except inside the hormonal rollercoaster that was my 17-year-old brain.
If you’re squeamish, close this tab.
If you’ve ever had a taboo thought you never dared say out loud - come closer.
1991, Me and My Dirty Mind
It was 1991 (oh are you new here?😂 Yes, old as dirt) and I was old enough to fly to the UK alone for an au pair job, but young enough to still believe a British prince might one day pop my Spanish cherry (it never happened🙄).