It was raining that night. And I hated rain with all my strength. All the worst things that happened in my life were done during the rainy nights. In the month of March, it was too much to ask for a night without rain, so I had to settle for always waiting for the worst, and keep thinking about it until the other day came up and nothing happened.During that night's dinner, there were no major problems inside the cafeteria. It was common for my prison colleagues to use the last moment outside their cells to plot. In the cafeteria, we had a minimum of freedom, since the guards were far away or on the upper mezzanine that we had to go down to get to the tables. And even I noticed that the gang leaders were too calm, even beyond the account."Some shit will happen," said Ramirez, besen with all the silence.Outside, in the normal world, thunder sounded. I tried not to cringe, not to absorb the sound that reverberated over the entire table, but some of the men grumbled that they hated rai
Women who thought it was tempting to make a very big proposal in cash for a whole night, already knowing where they would be going and how many men they would find. Many did not accept, but many others ended up agreeing. As far as I knew, more than a thousand were offered by men, so those who did it inside an entire cell never complained.But that was not worthy; it was humiliation and suffering. You could say whatever you want. It wasn't for pleasure. It was for the money, for the need. And I felt so bad about what I never kept my eyes open, I never noticed very well what was done to me, although I came and left.Those women were someone's daughters, they would become someone's mothers, but there inside the prison, they had no names or scruples. All of them already entered with that air that they did not ask for respect and did not wait for him.I never knew who was the pimp behind offering them, but I felt an absurd desire to go after the man and kill him, to be arrested for a real
And, buying everything I thought about my affair with Dennis was nothing related to a mere friendship, it was enough just for that bottle of wine of yours to end for us to see ourselves moored to each other. Dennis was a strong, handsome, powerful man, and he gave me an unusual boner. I didn't always need some stimulus to feel ready for him "and with that I just want to romanticize the term "get absurdly wet"", so it all started with a kiss and I already knew where it would end.That night, I had no plans to finish in Dennis' bed. In fact, we had kept the conversation in his living room to avoid repeating like the other times when we ended up in the upper rooms of his house and totally involved in that sexual torpor. However, even that didn't help, because it didn't take long for the conversation to fully distance itself from the main subject. Between one cup and another, Dennis got close enough to rub"This was so fast that I didn't even notice when it happened," he said in an alarmi
With a movement that dropped my dress on the floor, I ended up exposing my heavy and already swelled breasts to him, considering that I had not put on a bra. Thanks to the bulge dress, I didn't think it was necessary. And thank God for that.Because Dennis gasped when he saw my breasts hanging against the air between us. I got goosebumps when he lowered his eyes to my nipples and bit his lower lip, and I got even more excited when some strands of my hair slid down my naked back and gave the feeling of fingers running through my skin.I slid my panties, keeping my gaze under his, so that he could see that lust reflected between us. He had a serious expression, keeping his jaw rigid and his lips pressed in a line. He was a patient man, but not when it came to sex. In sex, the judge gave way to a mere desperate defendant and took me with all the strength of his body. Literally, Dennis destroyed me with every sex. To the point that I always remember him the next day.I was completely nake
Dennis pressed me against his body, drinking everything he could from me, looking as enveloped by that feeling of rapture as I did. Our sounds mixed, and they weren't necessarily moans, but they seemed. We couldn't let go, because our mouths and tongues had met after a few months without contact, and the sounds we produced were a melody of our own. A melody that our body longed for.The horniness took over both of them, throwing everything up and spreading it around us. The feeling was the same as being in the eye of a hurricane, right in the face of a disaster of natural beauty. It was crazy to feel that kind of thing. At a certain point, I even forgot who we were, what had taken us there. I let Dennis work on my body, mold me to yours, wanting to disappear and become part of it.I pulled Dennis' shirt, not caring if I had broken some buttons in the process. He also didn't care, he interrupted the kiss just to pull his shirt out and throw it away, then devoured me with his lips again
The worst part about being stuck was certainly not being able to leave the cell in situations like that; in which a call girl was starting her workday precisely with my cellmate. The worst part was that if I still took the courage to go out and stand next to the bars outside, I would end up coming face to face with the guards who monitored the basic rights of call girls, and would end up being taxed as homosexual.Not that it really affected me. A long time ago I had stopped paying attention to what my hateful cellmates talked so much about me. Many thought that my approach to Ramirez had some love issue, but, for God's sake, it was not just because I was stuck that I had to surrender to the arms of a prostitute. Those women weren't there for pleasure or for money. Most of them had been forced.In fact, there was an occasion that would haunt me until the end of my life, when we received a girl who seemed too young and who had moist eyes. She let some guys take advantage of her body. S
The women pretended. It's obvious. Many men suffered from impotence after so many years in prison. Some didn't even have real pleasure in entering a woman. That's why the guards stayed there. Because there were situations in which some inmates had the brilliant idea of assaulting some women, wanting to take out on them the frustration of their lives. This yielded nothing but some private sessions in solitary confinement, in which they were tortured without a trace. The police were very good in this regard.But the sound they made, even pretending, went deep into our heads. As a man who had not seen a naked and available girl in some time, I couldn't help but sigh when listening to the whining and panting breaths that echoed from every corner. Therefore, it was easier to pretend that everything was just a great porn scene, and that I could very well be watching it on a cell phone screen."Do you do everything? " Ramirez asked."I don't have anal sex," said the prostitute, still in a wh
The woman didn't complain about anything. Graciously, as if happy to be treated like a dog, she sat on the blanket. Ramirez lay down. She sucked him again. I was a little bothered by his neglect. All right. There was the constant prejudice that prostitutes carried diseases, but so did prisoners, and usually came from outside with that shit. It didn't cost anything to suck the woman, at least to make sure she didn't feel pain, because she was lubricated enough.Many moaned loudly for the pain, not for the pretence. I don't think I've ever met any inmate who had the courage or desire to suck a prostitute. What I thought was very bizarre, because pussy never ceased to be pussy. And it didn't cost anything to ask the girl's origins to find out if she used a condom. Most of them used it. At least for conventional sex.The blowjob was interrupted again, and I was already wanting to laugh at the situation, when I turned again and noticed that the two were kissing. Well, at least that was mor