I’m 50 and have been incarcerated for 14½ years.

When I arrived here there was one female correctional officer, 25 at the time, who was a real looker — a perfectly proportioned body, long raven hair, eyes with a gleam of naughtiness. Sadly, she was always quite professional, so I could only fantasize about making love to her, or just totally dominating her and fucking her brains out.

Not long ago a rumor started going around that Mrs. X was transferring to a work-release center closer to her home. Just this morning I was walking past her office — she’s worked her way up over the years and is now associate warden for programs — and she motioned me to come in. I did, and asked her if the rumor is true. She said it is. “I’ll miss you all, but this is a new opportunity for... Read More