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
It was an impression. I couldn't give you a certainty because you should never judge a book by its cover. It is obvious that most of those women one day dreamed of normal and dull sex. Some kind of love that lasted "even when the person fucked badly", and that was worth it. My guess about whether or not she wants something stronger could be pure machismo. So I stopped thinking about it. Although not imagining myself in Ramirez's situation was not possible at the moment.The woman bounced and shook against his lap, panting more for fatigue than for excitement. Ramirez moaned below her, and I made a face. The woman had enjoyed the moment with her fingers, but she was hating that shit. Her face didn't hide her discontent. Ramirez did not make the slightest effort to move his hips close to her, to make the lonely sound of her sitting become a clapping of her skins. Honestly, I was stunned by his lack of attitude.The woman was also upset about that, because when she noticed that their eye
The next day, I woke up before Dennis could have the great idea of taking me home. My sisters had the constant habit of thinking that every man presented was some fixed relationship, and I didn't want to have to explain myself about my sexual and nocturnal habits. Dennis was a powerful, independent, and very seductive man.But we would never work again, for something other than easy sex. It was an agreement that we didn't even have to propose. My body was his, but everything else still belonged to me. And it was my brain that made me leave his room on tiptoe and call my security guards while dressing in the best possible way. I could only brush my teeth when I got home, so I avoided talking to my security guards all the way.It was still early, but it was not my usual time to go to the office, so I sent a message to my colleagues to justify the delay and I ran to take a shower and sanitize myself in the best way.During the shower, I was thinking of calling João and explaining correct
I giggled softly. João was very good at his assumptions. No wonder I left the decision to take the lead of cases always in his hands. The man knew what he was doing most of the time."Maybe that's why we ended so easily," I spoke in the tone of those who prefer to conclude the subject. "Well, I just called to apologize for the delay, but if you keep talking to me, I'll be even later.”"The office is yours, woman," he said, laughing. "Take the day off and that's it.”"I can't, I want to solve my problems with my new client.”João made a suggestive sound."You're more interested than before in this case, aren't you?”"It's intriguing, I confess.”"Confess that you found the deta student a hell of a hottie," he said in an accusatory tone."Wez, I've never spoken with a laugh, but the lie was obvious.”"Right, I won't insist, you must already be burning out of shame. I'll save some for later, when you get to the office," he said with an evil laugh. "We'll be waiting for you, little boss.”
The next day, my head was hurting as if I had been hit or had suffered from a heavy and terrible hangover. I knew that none of the things were possible, but still, I tried to wake up carefully, getting up with both hands on my head. Painkillers were some of the few medicines we could find in the infirmary, but explaining to the guards that my pain was real was the real problem. In general, we only received any medication with legitimate evidence that we were sick or injured. A big bureaucracy for nothing. It was better to continue in pain." Dude... what a night..." murmured Ramirez, still lying on the bed above mine. He yawned loudly, like a lion. "God forgive me for doing this to my wife. It's been so long since we last saw the call girls, I couldn't resist. I'm going to pray ten more our father tonight.”"Only a fortnight ago," I said as I stood up and used the vase. "And praying for more times won't change the fact that you cheated on your wife, but I understand. It's better that
"So, congratulations, love," she said, moving to kiss me softly. "You have just evolved in this life.”"I feel like an insect," I played and she laughed. I slid my fingers gently on his face, capturing a lock of golden hair that was falling before his eyes. " But although we have nothing concrete, I can say with all the letters that you were part of this evolution, Jo. Thank you very much for being with me. For still being there.”"Do you still want me to be?”"Are you still asking?”"Well, now that you're free, you can go out with whoever you want. There are more options.”"And since when do I need more options?”"I don't know, you had mentioned the story of the call girl..." she said, afraid, so her face lit up. "I got the information you asked me for. I contacted the man responsible for taking the girls to the prison. As far as I understood, he was moving, because women were not making so much profit on the streets. After a while, men lose their grace in what is nothing new, he said
The house where Joana told me to stay for a few was huge. Big enough for me to know that I would be bored at various times of my day. I took a long shower after Hazz left. He stayed with me for lunch, but Joana and Jessy left to solve some issues. Alone with my brother, I regained that lost familiarity, confessed my worst secrets and listened to his.In the end, we ended up getting it right again. Hazz justified himself about the visits, but I didn't pay much attention. I didn't want to hold on to what kept me away from him, quite the contrary. It was a new life. All I wanted was to reestablish myself. When he left, it was already the beginning of the night, and he said that Joana would be coming to keep me company.I was happy to know that Joana would keep visiting me, but anxious about how it would unfold. She met me at my worst, and we ended up making a sequence of mistakes by involving us lovingly. I wanted to be with her. I wish I had a life with her. But I would never have the c
I left it to Jackie to stop explaining everything, since she was the one who got the least tired when talking. Me and my three other sisters sat on the couch farthest from the office, watching as Jackie spoke and gestured. She told everything. From the beginning. Long before we had the idea of putting together that painting, even talking about the parallel investigations that I did only with our mother. So, when she finished, she cleared her throat and showed that she was tired. Our mother sighed." Even with such a plan, caution is always important," said the family matriarch, taking a step forward of the picture. She slid one of her fingers through my father's photograph, so she turned to us. "Your death would not bring any benefit, because your father's will leaves part of the fortune to the uncle you hate so much. Unless, of course, you get married and have children, which I believe is far from happening. But considering that your guardianship is still mine, it makes me think... W
After leaving Pablo at his new address, I returned home and tried to keep my sisters informed of the whole situation so far. Our mother was not at home, she had gone to Jessy's company to resolve contractual issues with partners, so we had a long afternoon of speculation and theories. Apparently, our stalker now had a name. Although the reason is still nebulous."Let's go to the chronology of the facts," Jessy began, collecting the large photo frame hidden in our mother's office and putting it on the desk. Photos of us, of our parents, relationships that were disclosed by the media and relatives who still remained alive emerged. "First, it all started with our father. He became a very privileged lawyer by defending celebrities who were involved with the world of crime. He defended a man who was accused of killing his wife out of jealousy, and he won the case. The man was released, but the media fell on our father. From the beginning, he was seen as the villain of the story. In fact, w
I woke up the next day by one of the guards who liked me the least. Surprisingly, he treated me very well, even calling me by my name. The man told me that I should take a shower and get ready. I thought it was strange, but I obeyed. After the shower, I received clothes that I had worn before being arrested, so I was taken to the director's office.Inside the room, I was informed that my lawyer had made it. I was free. At least, as far as justice considered it free, because I was an accomplice and ended up obstructing the investigations. Anyway, those two years in prison would never be returned to me. I was told that the police would still be present in my life, and that in any suspicion of a new crime, I would not have the second chance I was receiving.But while I was holding my only belongings at the time of the arrest (cell phone, wallet, and a packet of bullets), I thought that was not a second chance. Joana fought a lot to help me get out. The merit was hers. And it wasn't by ch
He was ready. So wonderfully ready that Pablo could have made a very successful career in the porn industry. The man had no limits. He pressed himself against me too, pushing me to the table. My ass hit against the hard side of the wood, and I let out another moan.Pablo moved his mouth away from mine, sliding his lips down my neck. He didn't suck that time, but he kissed so delicately that I almost got rid of it. Your hands walked through my body, my hair.I knew he would leave me completely messed up. I knew that even if we weren't caught in the act, probably everyone would realize how misaligned we had been for a few minutes alone. And I didn't care. I had a muffled laugh and Pablo nibbled my lower lip.The fire lit up for good, and he skillfully opened the buttons on my dress shirt to free my breasts from the bra. He did me the favor of not taking off the pieces, just opening them, in case we have to get ready in a hurry.So the frame of my lingerie made my heavy and big breasts s
When Pablo's confession was registered, the prison director informed us that he needed to make some personal calls to advance the legitimacy of the document. Along with the clerk, they left the office.I was slightly surprised that he was doing his best to help Pablo. Not only for taking the attitude of going after someone to solve the problem, but also for having given in to the deta deta's request to talk to me.I turned to Pablo. His expression was very neutral. With one hand I stroked your face. He gave me a beautiful smile, then kissed the palm of my hand and bit the side lightly.I giggled, I was so tense with that confession, with the fact that my habeas corpus had everything to be accepted now, that I didn't even notice when he licked the bitten place and was climbing the kisses and licked by my arm. I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it tight."What do you think you're doing? "I asked in a hoarse voice."Sadding goodbye to this place," he said in a malicious tone. I fu
When I received the call from the prison director saying that Pablo Soares would like to make a confession, I got in my car and didn't even worry about knowing if my security guards were following me. I was euphoric about the news, and dropped all the research I was doing on Pietro Gusman. The man had taken my sleep every night after Pablo's friend's funeral, and I kept that information a secret until I found out how our stories merged.The only people who still knew what I was up to were my sisters, because my mother was kept out of the equation. I still didn't want to worry her. I still wanted to understand how that man could be involved in two different plots, and my sisters helped me in that task. Each one had a different investigative contact, and we put the information together in a picture hidden in our mother's office. We were evaluating all the content obtained, when I received the call and I didn't wait a second to run away.I found Pablo already in the prison director's offi
I felt so bad. Not only because of the pain and pressure in my chest, but because I was always seeing that P2 was right, and that everyone in that place respected me in some way. They even tried to protect me in the best possible way. Alefe was so persuasive that he really managed to get the guards to escort me to the infirmary. There, as always, it was empty, and I went straight to my inhaler. I don't remember putting the correct dosage, and I knew my heart would race to the point of stopping at once, but I needed air, I was desperate for the medicine.With a few swallows, I was able to get back into focus. At least the room returned to my eyes and I found some guards supporting me so as not to fall. In addition to them, I also noticed that the prison director was standing, talking on the phone. I just expected it to be a call from Joana, because I knew that night would not pass. I had already postponed that truth too much and lost my only friend because of her. I couldn't help but t