Falling in Love With Prison Girl (forty six)

Falling in Love With Prison Girl (forty six) Falling in Love With Prison Girl (forty six)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A poem about a lesbian girl in prison, falling in love with a Trans Gender Girl in Transition

Summary

A poem about a lesbian girl in prison, falling in love with a Trans Gender Girl in Transition

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Submitted: June 05, 2017

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Submitted: June 05, 2017

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DIARY NOTES: DEAR DIARY

I am falling in love with a Transgender Girl in Transition. I love her sweet bouncy cupcakes. They make her wear a training bra, and she turns me on.

I wait so patiently to see her in the prison showers. She hides her nipples with her hands, I wish she could know the way I feel. I want to eat her cupcakes and make her feel good. She is perfectly shaved and has no hair, her shaved head, makes her look like a mannequin, that I crave.

My girl hole aches for her, I know she has a boy-girl toy between her legs, that I am so curious about. She had a boner once, in the showers, and I masturbated all night, because of it. The sweet nectar, I want to lick off her boy-girl cock and make her feel ecstasy. If she could maybe fuck me in the ass, I would know more of her lust and animal desires.

Her wide woman's ass, is bothering me sexually, she has tattoos and nice drawings the lesbian guards put on her. She craves attention from older women. She flirts with the black nurse, that takes her into a private room. Oh fuck, I wish I could see the pleasures, I am missing.

On the work farm, we sweat like swine, in the sun, breaking rocks and doing hard labor, for our sins.

I wait all day for that hot shower, to see my baby, I want to fall in love with.

I would eat her nipples and suck them like dandelions, emptying the milk of honey in ecstasy.

Oh, I stole a cucumber from the kitchen, and a bottle of petroleum jelly. How I masturbate all alone in my cell. The grunts of my voice, bounce off the wall, as I make it a little bit painful, and hide my feelings.

I black out during orgasm and cannot remember anything, I know that, when I cum, I lose control and the spit strings hang off my chin, maybe you could lick them off and kiss my tongue.

Thanks Diary


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