Sometimes it feels like my body is just something I drag around, that aches when I'm tired and gets felt up on the subway and looks weird in the mirror. But my body is not a liability, it's not an object, it's not passive. It's me. (23f, 5'7, 135 lb)
Jail makes you desperate. I was spending a year in the same prison that employs my father. He’s a guard. The weird thing is, he was no longer my dad and was now a big dicked guard who gave me what any incarcerated female needs. Dick. Lots of it.
I got really horny. Desperately horny. I stopped to a point so low i never thought I would. I ended up getting a hooker off of backpage. The weird thing is, She ended up looking a lot like my sister. Is that why she wore the mask? That didn’t stop me. And
