I waited for Joana’s visit in the morning, but she didn’t come.On the one hand, I was happy about it. It meant that she would at least have that part of the day free to sleep, if she didn't have something important to do in her office. On the other hand, I got depressed. I was getting addicted in the presence of that woman. I barely knew her, and I had the feeling that we had been trying to free myself for years, and that it was only a matter of time before she could.During those first hours of dawn, I had a headache and a huge amount of tiredness, but I still did the whole inhalation process with the grumpy nurse in the prison and took my medicines for vitamin control. I didn't feel much difference in my body, but at least my lungs seemed cleaner. Breathing like a normal person has never looked so good. Joana was already making all the difference in my life."What about that stupid little smile? "Questioned Afonso, poking me with a spoon. I laughed. "Damn, PS, after two years of me
Not to mention that, with those blue eyes as deep as mine, it was easy to notice the difference between a happy man and one falling apart. Hazz seemed accomplished. The kind of man who would have made a lot of money in the lottery. That I would have had a night like that with good company. Or that it was a long time to achieve your biggest dreams. He looked like someone alive. Someone vibrant and out of line with the darkness of those bars. He looked like Joana.Speaking of my lawyer, her hair was loose that day. The strands rolled minimally at the ends, giving the appearance that she just wet her hair and let it dry in the wind. I wasn't wearing makeup or jewelry, which also told me that I might as well have left in a hurry to arrive in time for visiting hours. Of course, Joana didn't need to respect the time, but Hazz did.Silently, as the three of us faced each other, I wondered what the hell that lawyer was doing in my life. In a few days she had already managed to bring me a doct
I was so angry about what happened in prison that I ended up passing by the house after my lunch break just to take a shower, and immediately went to Dennis' house.It wasn't as if a judge didn't have more to do with his life besides receiving his ex-girlfriend for an uncommitment sex session, but that was his day off, so I didn't waste time with warning messages.I arrived at his house and he answered the door calmly, wearing ordinary clothes and with slightly disheveled hair. We ended up having lunch together, because I interrupted him in the middle of the meal, and I could even think Dennis was an incomparable man, but his taste for food was questionable. I hated the fried zucchini, but I ended up eating everything, because I wanted to be with him anyway.Dennis didn't want to ask me why he was there. In general, I think he always understood that my unexpected arrivals only occurred when I was at a point of stress that not all the pretense in the world made me less sour. He so litt
Dennis noticed that I was looking out and positioned himself next to me in the window. I watched him in profile. He had a lost expression, but something like a resolution in his eyes. As if I were very ready to say something, and just seek courage. Did you also want that to be the last night? I didn't doubt it. Considering our connection, the man could very well know what was going on in my head without any difficulty. So it was nothing new when he finally took courage and said:"I think we're getting to another level with all this.”I let out a low sigh, focusing on the distant light of the city so as not to face those beautiful eyes of his. I knew he was staring at me, from the way he moved sideways against the window, I knew he was looking for something in my own features. But I was a coward to talk about my own feelings, and I was afraid of having to reveal that I just didn't want to continue with the escapades because I was more attached than I could want."I think we're just exp
I didn't let her pass, and slowly raised my hands to Dennis' chest. His heart was racing, but his skin was very hot when I was able to take off his shirt. He didn't have so many muscles, but he was a big man with natural strength. I always liked to feel his skin against mine. That stiffness of the muscles obtained with some gym workouts and good genetics.Contemplating that body without any clothing was enough to shake any neuron. There was nothing out of place. Not even an excess weight. His whole body had looked drawn by angels, carved into an indestructible rock. His belly was not totally flat, but it did not display doubles like some of the men in our work environment. Dennis was the judge who would melt the panties of any jury.Dennis removed my shirt, pulling it over my head. My hair shook when he did the same with my bra without much softness. He bent down and pushed my pants to the floor, momentarily kneeling before me to remove my shoes. I almost lost my balance, but he kept
I was still far from an orgasm, but the feeling of pleasure that dragged into me was one of the best I could feel in my life. In fact, Dennis was trying hard that last time. And I really liked it. At least we would have a good memory of each other. And with every touch of your finger against my body, my mind liquefied, becoming nothing compared to the vortex of sensations.He increased the pressure on his fingers when he put one more inside me, bending them in a restless and precise way. My legs closed instantly, almost as if my body wanted to protect me from the storm that would come with an orgasm. I began to smile, almost disappearing between the pillows, totally enveloped by the spirit of lust. Dennis moaned against my pussy, sucking hard.Next to my head, I could hear a drawer opening, and I knew he should be picking up some condom. The guess was only confirmed when the fingers stopped pumping me "although the tongue kept its work" and the plastic was torn. Dennis stopped sucking
Gradually, my moans became forced, because I didn't want Dennis to feel like a failure for that last time. I knew he was trying very hard. We both were, considering the sweat that flowed from our bodies and united between our skins. The muscles of my legs began to hurt when he lifted my leg to his shoulder, wanting to have more access to the bottom of my belly.I closed my eyes when I felt a slight twing of pain, that position ended me, especially when I was with well-endowed men. And it wasn't an end in the legal sense of the thing... It was painful and my horniness ended by magic. In fact, that's what happened. From one moment to the next, I couldn't fake the moans anymore, and I started panting for the pain. Dennis also noticed. And if he were the man I imagined when I closed my eyes, if he was taking me in the raw sense of the word, I would have continued and made my horniness return.But since he was Dennis, always so good at everything and who hardly changed his mind in the midd
After Joana and Hazz left, my conscience weighed to an absurd degree.All right, my brother was an idiot to think that he might want to force me to take care of my health, when I was in that miserable prison. Joana was crazy to keep trying to stir up this familiar side of me and already forgotten for many years ago by my mind, when she should be just striving to get rid of the bars. But besides the two, I was a beautiful sonI spent an angry day. I didn't talk to almost anyone, I didn't look at anyone, and I was very calm lying in my cell, watching the concrete ceiling. Ramirez started chattering alone "he thought he was talking to me" about the gang leaders calling the call girls for that night again, because all the weather in the penitentiary was heavy and the men thought that taking it out inside the legs of a woman who pretended to moans was what we needed.I kept silent. My thoughts were directed to Joana, in every rare moment I was alone and bored. I found myself thinking that