Women's Prison Fantasies: Part 1

May seem too steamy or sexy for some sensitive souls.

As a youth, I loved to read books & sc-fi short stories, taking Evelyn Wood Reading Dynamics classes with my Dad at Arlington Racecourse. In 8th grade, a girl classmate & I did a creative school bulletin together. My 1st major was Journalism, but they wouldn't let me in those classes. Stymied by writers' block, I couldn't express my own ideas & thus grew depressed. Late in life, a mentor newly inspired me to scan hundreds of books I wrote long reports on, then penned some tiny sci-fi. In 2018, I tried to find ways to quickly make new material. A captive crowd would be ideal so I found 100+ female inmates seeking pen pals, shared info with them on names & birthdays & asked if they'd like mild, medium &or molten fantasies written for them. The response was hugely positive. Some ladies fired back pics & their own torrid dreams. Several days I got 5 letters. Dirty old man heaven! Tales of lurid lust flowed like lava. Here are a few. 

The late November day she'd dreamed of had finally arrived. No more guards, rules, schedules, bed checks, no more being cooped up like a lab rat. Jennifer was free at last to live her life fully again & planned to do exactly that. Hallelujah! 

Her brief ride to Louisville's Int'l was filled with visions of faraway lands. Somewhat nostalgically, she hoped this would be the last she'd see of the Bluegrass State, her home for too long now. Jennifer hadn't told a soul where she was heading, not quite believing it herself, & expected to break the news to loved ones once she got settled. 

Soon UPS Worldport Air Hub came into view, then the departure terminal. At Frontier's ticket counter she got her boarding pass & proceeded thru TSA's zap & grope en route to her gate assignment. SDF-DEN-LAX-HNL meant she'd have 3 flights, first 2 on Frontier & last on Hawaiian. 

More excited than she thought she'd be before a grueling day in the air, then waiting in Denver & Los Angeles, Jennifer wondered if she'd spot any celebrities incognito behind dark shades. Too shy to chat up her seatmates, veteran travelers broke the ice to make the trips more interesting & fun for her. The worst was 7 hours at LAX, but if others could do it, she was determined so would she. 

After only catnaps, she was in a dreamlike state, rising like the sun over the vast Pacific Ocean. Not quite 4 hours later, Kilauea's roiling volcano & twin peaks of Mauna Kea & Mauna Loa passed below, then Maui's Haleakala. Ahead she could just make out the wettest place on Earth, Mount Waiʻaleʻale on Kauaʻi. 

Jennifer's new love greeted her with an orchid garland & seemingly endless first kiss. She clung to him, ardent, amply aroused, & not wanting to let go just yet. She vowed to make him the world's happiest man, thus ensuring her loving security. 

Men, Arrrgh! How they ate at her. From gorgeous gays, to 'minute men', to scary creeps, to mumbling dolts, to guys who say they'll call then don't, to so-called 'leaders', straight outta central casting at Dumb & Dumber. 

Jamie liked to work out her frustrations with males on health club machines, where she could simultaneously keep a batted eye out for buff beau prospects. She felt she deserved some reward for all her many efforts. 

While mercilessly beating up a cross-trainer climber, she espied him in the weightlifters' bullpen, dressed all in black. Muscles rippled across his torso & down his legs, bulging at his abs & crotch. Watching him squat, clean & press so smoothly, she feared she was too obviously ogling, but he never looked her way. 

Departing, he passed by her so she tried to catch his manly sweat scent & was stunned by brief, fierce eye contact. His face was square-jawed & clean-shaven with sharp teeth & sleek, swept-back, wet, jet black hair. Suddenly weak-kneed, Jamie grabbed the climber's railing & turned toward the exit, where she still swears she saw him sprout bat wings & vanish. 

Later, as she grabbed her towel & water bottle to leave, she spotted a folded note on the floor. When she opened it, here's what it said, "Meet me @midnight 4 more? V" But all she saw was "M-m-m-m V", while she imagined him winging her to his utopian castle for oh so much more.  

Anyway you look at it, the venture was risky. She could misinterpret the gesture, find it offensive, nauseous, insulting, or totally embrace it & forget about him. Instead, she might be exhilarated & treasure her experience for the rest of her life. He was willing to take a chance & felt she deserved something extremely stimulating & gratifying, for remaining loyal to the edgy writer in him. 

After 8 long years and change, the day came for Amber to say goodbye to those she'd grown close to & process out. Amid her belongings was a card from John that read "Free at last!" with her electronic airline ticket, carfare, and a hotel room key card. Complications prevented her parents from meeting her with the kids, until the following afternoon. It was a short cab ride to the Newport Days Inn. 

Bypassing the front desk, she went straight to her room, set her bags near the closet, splashed water on her face, patted it dry, & stretched out on one of the beds, still reeling with relief & disbelief. 

A minute later, a soft knock came at the door. Expecting to see a manager or maid, Amber was not prepared for the statuesque raven-haired & silvery-blond twin young beauties that greeted her. "I'm Kissy!" "I'm Fluffy!" & "John sent us to pleasure you 'til midnight," were all they said, as they sashayed inside & shook her hand with the most velvety skin she'd known since her babies. 

Momentarily confused, amused, aroused, & astounded, her mind & emotions battled to process this new development. Then the door closed & Amber morphed into her starving lioness mode. 

The ship sailed relentlessly ever westward with no land in sight for weeks. The rolling of the ocean kept her in a constant state of nausea so she seldom ate, mostly sipping herbal teas & nibbling on crackers. The seamen at her service all stank of raw fish & fresh semen, not a true gentleman among them. 

With the stature & bearing of a goddess, Nubian crown princess ChurQuin, from the land where Blue & White Nile merge, was angry. How could her father, the king, arrange a marriage for her with some island poobah in the middle of nowhere far from the real world, without her consultation or consent? She wasn't mere property that men could just push around & swap at will. She was royalty & royally irate! 

Ever since a millions-strong swarm of Hitchcockian hummingbirds somehow won her release from an Arabian dungeon, ChurQuin pictured her life would be much different, ruling a fertile kingdom in the heart of the vast, majestic African continent, not stuck on a puny rock in the Pacific. What would her mother have thought? 

At long last the horizon offered up something other than sky, clouds, & endless water. First just a misty shadow, then features began to form & grow nearer. Eventually, she could clearly see snowy twin peaks, said to be the highest in the world from their base at the ocean bottom. Most intriguing was Madame Pele, goddess of fire, lightning, wind & volcanoes, the creator of the Hawaiian Islands. She could be seen at work spewing her sacred lava. 

The ship lowered its sails, moored at a harbor slip, & a reception worthy of ChurQuin's station awaited her ashore with exotic hula halau, tiki torches, & a sumptuous luau. Dignitaries greeted her with garlands of orchids, jasmine, tube rose, & gardenia. Last in line, humble & devout, was her promised kahuna John with a sparkle in his eye she knew was for her. She decided right then & there she might learn to like it here in paradise. 

She was of Anasazi origin, predating the Inca, Mayan, & Olmec civilizations, what to speak of the rest of the Americas. Her people were antediluvian, escaping worldwide calamity by portals in space-time to another dimension. Now Araceli was at long last returning to a planet very different from the one she left, craving a suitable mortal mate. 

Her continent had vanished. All that remained of Lemuria were a smattering of unrecognizable islands spread across the swath of a vast ocean. From space, she puzzled over where to settle down, finally drawn to the northernmost archipelago. Her glowing orb descended to the anonymity of clouds, as she surveyed more closely the largest isles, selecting a central one from which to base her hunt. 

The remote site Araceli chose was far from habitations, nestled in a wooded valley surrounded on 3 sid es by steep cliffs & more waterfalls than she could easily count. Privacy was expected here. She shed her garb & waded into a cool pool where 100 foot falls provided a stimulating cold shower. As the spray pelted her skull & long dark locks, she sensed a presence, but dismissed it as imagination & stayed until she felt fully recharged after her long trek. 

Stepping out of the pool, she sensed it again & demurely reached for a wrap. Then she spotted the hiker, transfixed by her beauty on a neighboring ridge. He seemed in a trance & not menacing so she strolled along the path that eventually led to him. Their eyes spoke first, then their body language, & before she knew it she was in his embrace. They kissed like hungry teens, groping madly for one another among the mosses and soft pine needles, until very late that day. Araceli claimed him as her own & his name was Juan. Lust at first sight would turn naturally to love the more they lusted each other. 

It sure wasn't my first bad mark, but it was the most memorable. Damaris was there before me, for wearing Daisy Dukes to class that showed off 2 inches of her butt cheeks. Lucky for me she was still wearing them. Since it was a sunny May afternoon, the principal sent us outside behind the school to detail his old classic, a cherry red '57 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz convertible. He handed Damaris the keys & me a 5 gallon bucket with cordless hand vacuum, brushes, rags, sponges, chamois, squeegee, bottle of soap, & wax. "Be careful with my baby," he warned, like he meant his virgin daughter. 

Damaris led the way & her twin gyrating Latina glutes mid-strut soon had me in rut. A braless loose top completed her ensemble. Already I regretted going commando that day; my serpent rattled its cage for attention. I shifted it so it pointed straight up along my zipper, but knew that wouldn't fool her for long. At the car, I got out the hand vac, dumped the rest on a concrete slab, & set the pail on the pavement, while Damaris went for the hose. I tried to focus on vacuuming, but the deft way she fondled the nozzle filling the bucket with soapy water made my task impossible, until she hopped into the front seat to put the top up. 

Just then dorky Porky joined our detention work crew asking, "What should I do?" & I had a brainstorm. "Can you handle the big wash job outside here in the breeze, while we vacuum the floors & polish all the knobs & leather inside where it's hot?" He mulled it over & said, "Sure!" I grabbed some rags, handed a couple to Damaris, & hopped in back again. By the time Porky first hosed down the Caddy & soaped her up to scrub the tires, Damaris & I were done with the vacuum, dusting, & polishing. 

I helped her climb over the front seat to the much roomier back & we went at it hot & heavy, groping one another & tearing off our clothes like the love-starved teens we were. The sidewinder was relieved to be released from bondage & went right to work everywhere she wanted it & every which way. Damaris & I fucked like the horniest Hindu sex gods & I've got the battle scars of love to prove it. When we heard the hose again, she chose to lick & bite me stem to stern & swallowed my convulsing eruption. We dressed quickly, wiped off most of our sweat, exited, & shut the door. 

The 3 of us pitched in to dry, then Porky did the windows, while Damaris & I teamed up to wax & buff. I doubt the Caddy had ever looked so pristine, but inside, at least for the rest of that day, it must've smelled like teen spirit. 

What Laurie lacked in 'street smarts', she more than made up for in entrepreneurial acumen, with a special knack for fulfilling consumer fantasy that led her to design & develop a very special sex toy. It had titanium abs & glutes, chiseled Greek godlike visage, opalescent crystalline hazel eyes, & was adjustable to virtually any sex position its user could dream up. Despite inherent risks involved, her captivated sisters flocked to test beta versions of the device.

While optimally operational at lower levels, top gear too often led to a state of 'fucking frenzy', where the unit locked into high speed endless loop, leaving its victim stewed in her own juices & needing OCD counseling. 'Adonis Gizmo' was just a working title, but it struck a nerve, so to speak, among its test pilots & a viral meme claimed it would soon make men obsolete. Controlling males of all stripes were outraged. Women's institutions added it to their fitness programs, resulting in a lean, not-so-mean army of Amazons. Many worked out on it for several hours each day. 

Before long, red states outright banned it; blue states tried to over-regulate it; orange, yellow, green, & violet states placed massive online orders; while little indigo Hawaii offered Laurie its only-once-issued state Peace Prize, for her novel application of the Lysistrata strategy, depriving warmongers of hetero sex until they meekly returned to goddess worship as mankind was intended. Laurie was offered a billion dollar buyout to make it go away, but she refused to sell out & planned new model enhancements, a variety of attachments, & most-requested a vibro-stimulating multi-penetrator.

T'was the season to think production for the big year-end blitz. The Clauses were back from their annual 9 months in Hawaii, looking tan, buffed, & toned. By now, the whole myth ought to be nixed, but, like Elvis, people still believe. One was Polar Toys' newest elf Noël. She was the epitome of wide-eyed, childlike innocence & refused to have her faith shaken by 'alternate facts'. Assigned to the doll assembly line, she worked methodically with quality in mind, but too slowly not to be noticed. Soon she was called to report to her boss's office. 

Shyly, she knocked at his door & was told to enter & close it behind her. Instead of taking the chair opposite his desk, Noël came around it to climb onto Santa's lap, jingling his bells. "Ho, Ho, Ho, what have we here? Have you been a good little elf?" He was at a loss what else to say with all allegations of workplace sexual abuse in the news. "No", she said. "I've been bad, but I wanna be good for you." Noël squirmed in Santa's lap to make her point, her dewy peepers pleading, & found him rising to meet her bottom line, as she dangled her legs & rocked back & forth. "I'm sure we can work it out," was all he could think of, then winced at his double entendre. 

"If only you would guide me with your firm hand, strong support, & encouraging words," she suggested, wrapping his arm around her & tucking his other hand's fingers beneath her skirt, where they met moist heat. "I want to know everything about your North Pole." The temperature of his polar vortex skyrocketed then, melting any resistance he still had. Noël deftly undid his zipper to uncoil his serpent. "What a big pipe you have, Santa!" she exclaimed. "The better to plumb your depths," he replied. With that, she rose to her feet and wiggled back down onto his rigid pike, feeling it fully fill her to capacity. He lovingly caressed her labia, then moved to rapidly stimulate her clitoris directly. He bent his head around to tongue encircle one nipple, while thumb & fingers softly fondled the other. In due time he switched sides. When Noël was ready to try another position, Santa insisted on giving her a thorough tongue lashing, rimming, & probing, while his busy fingers & thumbs did likewise. 

"If you truly wish to unlock Santa's ecstasy, seeing, feeling, & hearing his favorite elf in the throes of multiple orgasms is your magic key," he stated with all sincerity. Since Santa seemed in no hurry to hasten his own climax, it gave Noël plenty of time to entirely enjoy hers over & over again. Her sapiosexual skills & instinct won Noël a top 'pole position' with perks: an office next door to the big man, shotgun sleigh spot on Santa's knee or nearer, & best of all VP of Pleasure, responsible for sex, health, & happiness of the merry band of elves.