Soon to be released

As his release date drew closer we started talking about hooking up for a drink and, I'm not going to lie, some hot sex when he got out. He had fallen for this lady that worked there but she left so I guess he turned to me. Had he ended up hooking up with her instead of me, it would have saved me a lot of heartache and trouble. Then again, if I had stuck to my plan of just sex, not let my guard down and kept my feelings out of it, I wouldn't have gone through all that I did.

My only intention in the beginning was to get some good, hot, orgasm just thinking about it the next day, sex. After all, I was at my sexual peak in life and just getting out of a 26 year marriage where at the end was only getting it once a month if that. I haven't moved out yet, I'm living in the garage apartment until I can get my own place. My husband, we'll call him Eddie, knows I'm writing, texting and talking to a few guys at the prison. Oh yeah, let me fill you in. There is this one guy called 7 that I write. He used to be here but was sent back to state because he refused a drug test. I absolutely adore him. He gives me feelings like no one else. I have to tell you, I did touch, a lot. We never did it or touched private places, but we kissed as much as we could. And oh the kisses were so passionate, slow, soft and sensual. Probably the best kisser ever! I am still waiting for 7. We write back and forth all the time. sometimes 2 letters a week. Then there is another guy, we'll call him 57. Later I'll tell you how he got that nickname. 57 and I are friends, real friends. Well he thinks he loves me but it's just a case of stewitis. You'll find out what that means later also. There are a few other key characters but the point here is that I was writing, texting and talking to several people and my husband knew. This is not the reason we split but it is the icing on the cake you might say. What he didn't know was that I had met people after they got out of prison and was planning on meeting more. Why am I doing this you ask? Believe it or not it was for the sex. I wanted it, I knew they were clean because they get tested before released and they hadn't had it in a while so I knew it would be really, really hot. I really should have started this blog at the time I started the prison. Anyways...


So the days grew closer and we both got more excited about meeting. We never did get close while he was in, just talk. For all either of us knew, the other might not even show up.

The Beginning

The here and now really began when I started working at a prison. For me to get to today and for you to really understand I'll have to catch you up to now from about two years ago.
April 2010
It started when I met this guy who at the time was incarcerated. He happened to sit down at my table to help me with what I was doing and within an hour had told me 'his story' of why he was there. To sum it up, in his words, he was a big drug dealer who has been on the run for years and finally turned himself in. He would serve two and a half years on a five year sentence. Yeah, big drug dealer, only five years, must have had a damn good lawyer. Lmao. So this guy, we'll call him Leo, and I talked every now and then about normal day to day stuff.

Let me just say that in a prison there is a lot of talk about sex on their part. It's probably the one thing they miss most. Often there is prison staff that will accommodate them if the inmate can get their hooks into them. It's not hard for an inmate to find a lonely female staff member, and sometimes male, and feed them full of lies and lines before the female thinks she's in love and will do anything for this inmate. This was not the case for me however I was very open about my sexual activities in the outside world and would sometimes tell them stories of things I would do. I mean hell, they can't have sex so I might as well give them some stories to enjoy.

To be continued...