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. There is a glass ceiling high above which allows rays of light to come from the outside. Dust is all around - it's breaking the light into a soft cloud -wrapping everything in mist.

I slowly walk along a long corridor (actually everything happens in slow motion). 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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