Collecting Fantasy

Fantasy One

I'm inside a prison. It is hot and the air is thick with testosterone. It smells like sweat - heavy pearls of freshly formed sweat. There is a glass ceiling high above which allows rays of light to come from the outside. Dust is all around - it is breaking the light into a soft cloud - wrapping everything in mist.

I slowly walk along a long corridor. It seems endless - it just disappears into eternal mist. On the left and right of the corridor there are cells packed with men. Hundreds, thousands of them raging.

I'm wearing high heels and a short dress with a plunging neckline. It's tight around my breast and each time I inhale my chest presses against the polyester fabric and tightens it. I inhale frequently.

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Books

https://www.amazon.de/Garden-Desires-Evolution-Womens-Fantasies/dp/0352347686