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Sex in Prison--excerpt from Tokuda's Last Song
Walking into the room where prisoners and visitors conversed through phones on opposite sides of a thick glassed-in partition, he was filled with such joy and anticipation he could barely contain himself. . Yet he hid it well.
Georgina loved to watch him walk in in his orange prison clothes, with that laid-back rolling stroll of a curious Japanese tourist, non-chalantly pull out his chair seat himself like a contented emperor, take up the receiver and purse his lips to pop her ears with noisy, stormy smacks and long squeaky kisses.
Such moments filled her with a sense of having relinquished a much desired treasure. For it was in that odd combination of suavity and child-like brazenness that he always made her feel wanted and at ease, that drew her to him in the first place,
One time a few months ago when he showed her a piece in the prison newspaper about conjugal visits, making lecherous Groucho Marx elevations of his eyebrows, she immediately thought of his unsurpassed techniques of cunnilingus that had
always driven her, literally, up the wall. There were times when he had to stand on the bed,crook his head up between her legs as she climbed higher and higher with one foot springing off the mattress, and the other ascending the nearest wall like some determined spider.
More than Tokuda's sex techniques, however, it was his self-confidence in the midst of his harsh confinement that made her want to cling to him.
It had not taken long to arrange for the conjugal visits. Consequently her trips to Vegas became instead of every now and then, a once-a-month thing.
The guard would unlock a heavy door and usher Georgina into a small room with a cot and toilet. Tokuda would be sitting on the edge of the cot in a robe. swinging his bare feet. She would immediately start stripping, encumbered somewhat by his impatient, groping hands all over her body, then both would fall back onto the cot in a glut of passion. They made the most of their allotted 15 minutes, muffling their cries and moans into the two big pillows that were the only sign of luxury in this spartan arrangement.
Tokuda's Last Song copyright (c) 2006 by Ronald Jones (aka candycrier)
Buy the book at Amazon.com.
Georgina loved to watch him walk in in his orange prison clothes, with that laid-back rolling stroll of a curious Japanese tourist, non-chalantly pull out his chair seat himself like a contented emperor, take up the receiver and purse his lips to pop her ears with noisy, stormy smacks and long squeaky kisses.
Such moments filled her with a sense of having relinquished a much desired treasure. For it was in that odd combination of suavity and child-like brazenness that he always made her feel wanted and at ease, that drew her to him in the first place,
One time a few months ago when he showed her a piece in the prison newspaper about conjugal visits, making lecherous Groucho Marx elevations of his eyebrows, she immediately thought of his unsurpassed techniques of cunnilingus that had
always driven her, literally, up the wall. There were times when he had to stand on the bed,crook his head up between her legs as she climbed higher and higher with one foot springing off the mattress, and the other ascending the nearest wall like some determined spider.
More than Tokuda's sex techniques, however, it was his self-confidence in the midst of his harsh confinement that made her want to cling to him.
It had not taken long to arrange for the conjugal visits. Consequently her trips to Vegas became instead of every now and then, a once-a-month thing.
The guard would unlock a heavy door and usher Georgina into a small room with a cot and toilet. Tokuda would be sitting on the edge of the cot in a robe. swinging his bare feet. She would immediately start stripping, encumbered somewhat by his impatient, groping hands all over her body, then both would fall back onto the cot in a glut of passion. They made the most of their allotted 15 minutes, muffling their cries and moans into the two big pillows that were the only sign of luxury in this spartan arrangement.
Tokuda's Last Song copyright (c) 2006 by Ronald Jones (aka candycrier)
Buy the book at Amazon.com.
Published 25th Mar 2018
| Edited 26th Mar 2018
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25th Mar 2018 11:38pm
Very peculiar setting for such a thing, reminds me of my teenage years... minus the whole prison situation, of course.
26th Mar 2018 00:09am
I visited some of my friends in the late 1990s That's how prison visitor settings looked back then. Doubt if it's changed much. Thanks for the read.
