I have a story to tell, but you need to promise me one thing. If you can’t do this, then please don’t read the story. I don’t think it is too much to ask.
I just got out of prison three months ago. Please don’t judge me and think I am a bad person. I did my time and paid my debt to society. I got in trouble because I shop lifted three times in a row. I guess I should say that I was caught three times in a row.
I don’t know what led me to steal stuff. I didn’t have the money to buy the things that I wanted. So, I stole them. It wasn’t the smartest thing I could do. But, I have learned my lesson. I have paid my debts and want to start my life over again.
I have promised my parole officer that I will never steal again. I am even in a support group that meets three times per week. I think it helps to talk about why I wanted to steal. I have to admit, I stole more than three times, those are the only times that I got caught. I’m not proud of what I did. But, I am proud that I can change my life around. I know I can do it.
Sometimes we go out for coffee after the meetings. Other times we just go home. I wish that I could go to these meetings every day, but I know that not everyone wants to have them every day. I have asked around to see if anyone would like to come to my house for meetings when we don’t have any. A few people said they would think about it, but they never gave me an answer. I will have to ask them again and see what they say.
When I was in prison, I had a few flings with men. I know you won’t believe it, but the male officers like to fuck the inmates. The women are more than happy to put out. Especially the ones that are there for life or on death row. Those women are sluts! It is said that single men request to work around the women who are doing life. They request it because they know the women will fuck their brains out.
Not only is there a lot of sex with the prison workers, but there is a lot of lesbian sex going on. I tried it a few times, when I was really lonely. But, I didn’t like it at all. I don’t see what women get out of having sex with other women. I like to feel a strong man fuck me good and hard. Not a delicate woman and her tongue. Tongues are nice, but cock is better! Though, a lot of women turn lesbian when they are in prison for a long time.
I met this one guy named Tyrone. This guy had the biggest black cock that I have ever seen. This thing was so long, the first time I saw it, it actually scared me! I didn’t think my pussy would be able to handle such a long thing!
This is the real story that took place. I will never forget one word that was said. Trust me ladies, you will remember the biggest cock you have ever seen.
“Hello Sandy.” Tyrone said as he handed me my supper.
“Why are you handing out supper? Isn’t that the job of the kitchen staff?” I asked.
“It is, but two people called off sick. So, I had to do it.” Tyrone said.
“Are you new here?” I asked
“No, I used to work in max security.” Tyrone said.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“They offered me more money to work here. I have kids that I have to pay child support for. So, I’ll take any extra money I can get.” Tyrone said while looking at me.
“Thanks for the supper and have a good day.” I said as I smiled at him.
“Thanks, you too.” Tyrone said as he left.
I ate my meal and read the newspaper when I was done. Supper wasn’t really that good, but I’ve gotten used to that. There are two basic meals in prison, slop an shit. Some days you get tired of the slop and hope for something that remotely tastes like shit. But, after getting a few bites of shit, you remember how good the slop really was.
Usually after I eat my supper, I read the paper. Not much going on in the paper, but it helps me think about the outside world. Nothing is more lonely than knowing life is going on and you are separated from it. It is like I suffer some sort of mental condition, but yet I am sane. I know I am sane. Just because I stole some stuff in the past doesn’t mean that I am a bad person.
Sometimes it can be hard to stay sane in prison. Not much to do here and not much to talk about. When you see your so called friends, you realize that you have nothing to say to them. Nothing is new, how could there be anything new in jail? It is the same shit every day.
I have never known what it felt like to live a live like some of these mentally ill people live. I have seen them on TV when I get to watch it. There is TV in prison, but you don’t always end up seeing what you want. Sometimes we watch soap operas and other times we watch day time talk shows. Some of those people are really fucked up in the head. I don’t know how they live like that. I saw one man who laid in his bed and weighed over 500 pounds. How crazy is that? Why the fuck doesn’t he go out and get some exercise? I guess the only exercise he likes is lifting food to his face.
Tyrone came back to my cell to ask me some questions. I have no idea why he was asking these types of questions.
“Have you noticed anyone acting strange?” Tyrone asked me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Maybe someone acting differently than they normally would.” Tyrone said.
“No. Not that I can think of.” I said.
“Have you noticed anyone taking any extra bed sheets or clothes?” He asked.
“Not that I know of. Why the fuck are you asking me such questions?” I asked.
“We think that there is a group of women trying to escape from here.” Tyrone said looking around.
“I have no idea. I think we all want to get to fuck out of here.” I said laughing.
“Well, if you try to escape, you will end up doing more time.” Tyrone said.
I have never had sex with a black man. I have actually never wanted too either. But, there was something about Tyrone that made me want to fuck him. He was a younger guy, probably under 30. He looked athletic and very healthy. He looked like a guy who could fuck for hours. You ladies know these kind of guys. They are skinny as fuck, have huge cocks, and love to fuck.
“Mind if I get a taste of that black cock of yours?” I asked.
“What?” Tyrone laughed.
“I’ve never tasted dark meat. I wouldn’t mind a helping or two of what you got.” I teased.
“I’ve got enough to fill you for the every meal for two weeks.” Tyrone said with a big grin.
“I’ll gladly take every bit of it.” I said.
“Let me see what is going on with the women trying to escape. I might pay you a visit tonight.” Tyrone said.
After he left, I wrote a few letters. I try to keep in touch with my family and friends on the outside. I like to hear what is going on with them. My brother said he got a new dog. My father said that there was a bad storm that went through town. He said that several trees were knocked down. Most of the time I can’t tell what the weather is outside. I can only tell if it is a very bad storm.
I fell asleep around seven, or at least that is what I thought was the time. Time flows in strange patterns around here. I really don’t care what time it is, unless it is time to eat. Otherwise, I could care less. The more you sleep, the more you don’t have to live your life in the shit hole.