Let me share a little story with you about my younger days…
When I first decided to remain with my boyfriend while he “did time” in prison, I was positive I would be saying “Good-Bye” to my sex life, but I could not have been more wrong. Surprisingly, abstinence in a faithful relationship can keep a sexual connection extremely STRONG!
The prison where my BF was incarcerated allows “contact” visitations; therefore, every permitting weekend and holiday, I was fortunate to be able to spend quality time with him. While we are both grateful for our “contact” visitations, the prison definition for “contact” is the ability to share a quick hug and kiss at the beginning and end of our time together. Trust me, we’ve tested our limits, and have seen other couples test theirs, on how long the embrace can be, but it’s never long before the officer’s shout to wrap it up. If only they understood how sexually frustrated we are, but I suppose that without limits we would jump on each other and have sex in front of everyone without a care. (Yes, if allowed, we really would).
Based on the simple fact, that as human beings we all want what we can’t have, just knowing that we are unable to be physically intimate, significantly increases our sexual desire for each other. Imagine sitting across from your lover (whom you haven’t been physically intimate with in over 8 months), with only a two foot tiny table between the two of you, and being forbidden to touch for six hours. Talk about sexual tension. Ahh! It never ceases to amaze me, the crazy ideas my BF and I came up with when the intense sexual tension leads to desperation.
It’s these moments of desperation that we give into our inner dirtiness. I would like to share an example of how giving in and talking dirty can really be….ummm…satisfying!
At one visitation, we stared into each others eyes and described the dirty things we wanted to do to each other. (It was just like phone sex, but no phone and no masturbating).
The sexual tension was intense; I could feel myself dripping wet and could see his hard cock pushing up against his pants. It quickly came to the point where I couldn’t stand it any longer and told him, “No More.”
He said, he would agree to stop seducing me if I did him one quick favor, “Go to the bathroom and wipe all your ‘juices’ on a paper towel and bring it back in here to me.” So off I went to the bathroom, wiped all my wet ‘juices’ that had been already dripping out of me, onto a paper towel. Then I folded up the paper towel, stuffed it into my pocket, brought it back to the table, and secretly passed it to him.
It was quite the turn on, to watch him enjoy licking off my wetness and breathing in my sex smell. He loved it and held onto that paper towel for about 3 hours, constantly holding it up to his nose to breathe it in and examining every inch to find more to lick, until we finally had to throw it away and say our good-byes.
His idea got my mind rolling and the next weekend when the dirty talk got really steamy, I cleaned out one of our empty mayonnaise packets on the table, held it up, and told him, “You know what I want!”
Quickly, he placed the empty mayo packet into his shirt pocket and signaled one of the officers to ask permission to use the inmate restroom. Once given permission, he took off to the restroom, where he jacked off and filled the mayo packet with all his cum, while I got up and got a package of Hostess cupcakes from the vending machine. He then brought it back to the table, slyly took it out of his pocket and passed to me saying, “Is this what you wanted?”
I couldn’t resist smiling and asked him, “Who’s your dirty lil whore!” Then I squeezed half of the packet directly into my mouth and let his warm cum flow down my throat, like it did when I would give him a blow job. With the rest, I squeezed it onto my chocolate cupcake like frosting, and enjoyed! Just tasting his salty cum again, stimulated all the sexual memories!
Let’s just say my panties and jeans were a lil damp.
Cupcake Kisses,
Jackie
“The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off” Jean Cocteau
