I killed my husband simply for money to fuel the bottomless pit of my carnal desires. To do as I please, to use my body, mind and spirit as I want to.“Life in Prison,” when those words were said to me, they had no effect. Despite this judgment place down on me, I would continue to fight the system that denies me what I crave.I peeked at Scarlett, a pretty girl who was caught in a prostitution sting, or that was the rumor. Scarlett and myself were quickly exited out of the van, and lined up.I was sure she was belted and feeling the same carnal desires I was feeling. The difference between her and me was that she would have access to herself in a couple of years, while I will be denied my womanly pleasures for the rest of my life. There, we meet a strange man who was obviously in charge of this camp. All I knew was that these guards enjoyed my predicament and were about to make my life more of a hell than it already is.
Until your friend admits to herself that she's fishing for trout in the wrong stream, she'll continue to reel in sharks.
This was a group trip traveling to go on a cruise together.
-- JUST WONDERING IN FLORIDA DEAR JUST WONDERING: I wouldn't call it a breach of etiquette.
Months have past since I was processed into the prison and was immediately locked into this dreaded chastity belt I am forced to wear.
Months have past since I had relief, the orgasm I crave.