A few weeks into this new prison job and I've learn so much between stocks, sports, and dear God that Warden. One morning he came into his office wearing a light grey Adidas sweat suit and it just so happens that no other immate or officer was in the office or on this floor today, mainly because of court hearings. If you want me to guess, he already knew and made it his mission to have clothing easy to remove, I could be wrong but I won't know if I don't try. We finished our morning routine but instead of him getting up from his desk, he rubbed his big strong hands together, licking his lips, all the while making me his main and only focus. Without hesitation or thought, I walked around his desk, matching eye contact and deep breaths. Me being who I am and who I've always been I asked for permission to touch him. "Warden, may I give you a shoulder massage. A man that works as hard as you deserves to be pampered." It felt like I was standing there for hours waiting on his response. He reaches over, gently grabs my hand, and guided me to him. He stood to his feet towering over me, firmly placed his lips on my forehead, then whispered to call him Eric when we're alone. I put one hand on his neck and the other caressed the back of his head as our kissing started to grow more intense. Our bodies tightly intertwined against one another making us one. I can feel that he's excited, as his hands massages my back pressing my body against his.....
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