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After a hard day's work in the prison ... I leave work, I'm so tired. I stand all day at work, since I am the supervisor of an industrial line in an all men's prison, an easy job for the incarcerated. Oh and you did not read wrong I do work in a men's prison. Working in a male prison is hard work, I will not deny that. But harder and more difficult is to locked in a place brimming with testosterone for more than eight hours. Maybe it's my diet of sex, but since my husband left me uhm ... it is better to say, it has been too long since I last had any sex. I have had nothing at all, I'm going crazy. I'm so hot, so hot, so needy that it is sometimes impossible to concentrate on my work. My hormones are all a fluster during the day. I come home with my panties completely soaked, wanting and needing to be fucked so bad. I can not do anything but think of a certain prisoner. I Maltepe Escort love to see him sweat, his muscles... mmmm well-defined, ready for everything and anything. He drives me crazy! I walk into my bathroom and open the faucet to the tub. I add strawberry scented bubble bath oil and bubbles begin to form. I look in my closet, for a few aromatic candles are just what I need to relax. I place them around the tub one by one. The hot water vapor embraces my body just as I take off my uniform. It feels so good to be naked, I begin to caress my curvy voluptuous body. I'm tired but I use my fingertips to help me relax as I caress my naked body. A chill runs down my naked body, when my fingers slide between my silky lips. My pussy is wet, and when I remove my fingers I can see my moisture on them. The smell reaches my nose and it drives me crazy Maltepe Escort Bayan and I have to taste my sweetness. I start licking my fingers with passion, completely sucking them clean and wishing it was one of the prisoners who was doing it for me. Lately I've been fantasizing about a particular inmate. He is not one of those under my charge, but he is one that knows how to run the whole line so he helps everyone, and I see him often. His name is Warren. I love talking to him and I like flirting a little with him; his smile makes me blush. How to describe this monument of a man who is Warren? He is about 5feet, 11.5 inches tall, and has a nice, well defined muscular African-American body. His skin is caramel in color, mmmm like candy. His hair is long and in dreadlocks. He is older than I am, about forty-something, so his dreads have Escort Maltepe a touch of gray that make him look even more interesting. But what excites me most is his voice. Warren, mmmm his voice and smile. Warren is now an active part of my fantasies when I'm alone in my room. I masturbate and I think of him. Sometimes I make love tenderly to him, and sometimes as wild as an animal. My most sensual fantasy has to be this. We are locked in a storage closet and our passion takes hold of us and we end up having hot sex for hours, sweating and quenching both our thirst for sex, with each other mmmm. I'm still in my bathroom watching the water fill in my tub and I look under the sink for my toy box and dig out my favorite toy before slipping quietly into the tub. The water is perfect, the warmth of it immediately relaxes me. I grab my sponge and squeeze warm water on my big, juicy breasts. My nipples immediately harden. The hot water combined with cold air make it a very exciting feeling. I close my eyes and imagine that Warren is licking my nipples with his tongue wide and warm ... Ooh my body begins to vibrate with the desire and need to have Warren in my arms.