Collecting Fantasy

Fantasy One

I'm inside a prison. It is hot and the air is thick with testosterone. It smells like sweat - freshly forming sweat. The ceiling is hight and rays of light come in from a glass ceiling. The kind of ceilings some old factories have to provide their workers with at least some natural sunlight. There is dust all around. It is breaking the light into a soft cloud wrapping everything in mist.

I walk along a long corridor which seems to have no end to it. On the left and right of the corridor there are cells. The prison cells are packed with men. I mean really packed. They

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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