Danny, he was my first, and I recently found out that he is in prison in Kentucky, only an hour away from my trailer park.  I hadn’t seen him in over 15 years, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about him.  One night I woke up to pee and I got the sudden urge to call in sick the next day (Church’s Chicken could survive without me) and drive to see him.  I thought, “what could a little reunion hurt?”  So the next day, I put on my fancy panties and headed out of my door.  Seeing him as he walked up to the plexiglass was electric, it was like not a day had passed since our special night in the back of his pick up truck all those years ago.  We talked for a while about the past and caught up with each other’s lives. But all of a sudden, I had an urge to feel him inside of me, immediately.  But what could I do about it? I told him about the new moistness in my panties, and immediately we both started to masturbate to the sound of each other’s voice talking our way through the sexual tension we both felt.  It’s like we just read each other’s minds, it was a truly beautiful moment.  But it was also so fucking hot, I couldn’t stop coming, and neither could he. 

Every time I close my eyes I imagine the bars of his cell pressing, kneading my back as he takes me and makes me his bitch while his roommate watches. My screams echoing throughout the vast cement building as I climax again and again.  I don’t know what to do, how to proceed.  I haven’t talked to Danny since last Tuesday, but I can’t stop thinking about him.  Last time I participated in a sex act that included an inmate I was paid by his brother. (Poor Larry thought that if his brother didn’t have sex with a woman he would start “dropping the soap on purpose”, ignorant Mississippians!) The easiest way to fulfill this obsession would be to either marry him to get the better visits, help him escape or let my passion stew until he gets out.  What would you do Terry? 

As you know, I have had quite the life so far, childhood prostitution, rehab for my Nyquil addiction when I was 13, selling my first born on the internet to pay for my cigarettes… You would think that I would be satisfied to settle down and take a load off… maybe Danny is the one.  I’m used to having sex with people, sometimes several people at once, but this is a new feeling.  A feeling deep in my gut that something is falling into place.  It’s not the withdrawals, that’s more of a nauseating feeling that brings me to the toilet…This is a new feeling that brings me to my knees with desire.  Maybe once I give him a blow job this will go away and I can return to making myself feel worthy by sleeping with as many people as possible? These are the thoughts on my mind.  More to come later…

Yours Truly,
Shirley