What does a woman behind bars do?

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It's a Saturaday night in a maximum security women's prison located in the deep south. You've been locked up for ten years and if your lucky you might be out in ten. For the last four years you've been crammed, tit to tit with a cute little chubby prostitute/thief in a 6' by 8' cage like cell on D Block.... Bottom bunk of cell 225 on the second of three 50 cell tiers.

It's almost 10 o'clock, you've only been locked down about two hours and your cellie is already passed out on her bunk from the nasty homemade prison hooch you've been sharing. You wonder how she can sleep with the racket...As many as 300 female convicts yelling, laughing, playing radios, flushing toilets, banging on bars...A girl just gets used to it ... You take another gulp of hooch, crawl down to the barred end of your bunk and slap the bars to the cell on your right...One of the little hispanic girls inside playfully grabs your hand as you pound on her cell again and you exchange bullshit for a few minutes, telling her that your little honey fell alsleep... She tells you to hold on, then reaches though the bars handing you a pretty good looking dildo... She mumbles something you think is spanish that you don't understand and you thank her as you stumble off your bunk holding the dildo in one hand and the hooth in the other. You're pretty drunk at this point and need to sit so you go over to the toilet, then you pull down your panties because the shit you're drinking makes you pee alot. While you're sitting there you stare at the toy wishing it was bigger, trying to decide whether to fuck it now or wait until after 11 o'clock count/lights out.

There's a loud woosh as you flush and your cellie jumps but doesn't wake up. You think you might hear some commotion downstairs or down the other end of the tier, but don't think much of it....Then as the sound of the flushing subsides you hear it getting fucken crazy out there, so you pull your panties up and throw the dildo on your bunk.... You rush up to the bars to hear what's going on....... Someone yells something about a man.. a dick...shit like that....And now all three tiers have lady cons yelling and screaming...rattling their cages......You yell out to someone but can't be heard over the noise, so you look under your bunk and grab a little mirror and hold it out though the bars and look down the tier.... You see the new dike looking guard smile at some guy you've never seen before as she locks him inside the tier...She yells something to him then she leaves.....You don't believe it at first, but there is a man on the cellblock..... He says some things, but it's hard to hear...It sounds like he says something like this place smells, trying to be funny, but you're not really sure...Now the block is going insane..Every sex word or phase is being yelled at this guy... Girls are throwing stuff at him....Legs are sticking out through the bars, as well as seven or eight sets of tits... You think to yourself.... This asshole's not half bad looking...Now the guy is walking your way...The closer he gets the wetter you become..You've been playing with dildos and pussy for so long you almost forgot what a man can feel like......He's about ten cells down and your pussy is throbbing as you shake the bars of your cell gate...Just the thought of this guy getting near you is driving you nuts......Prison is so hard on a woman...You're stripped down to your very core and not much else...One rule after another...You know that they're going to count you in about an hour so this guy won't be on the tier for long...


This is what i want to know....


As you're draped over your cell bars trying to get a good look at this guy what do you say and/or do
to get his attention?


And if you get him close enough how are you going to fuck him through the bars?
 
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I once took an art class in a female prison. True story. Even the art teacher was a girl, ( a hot one too) There were a few cuties, I got some addresses and emails. I didn't get laid as we were usually supervised to some extent. I did fantasize a few times about convincing one of the ladies to follow me to the bathroom for some quick dirty sex.
 
well I can and trust me what you have heard is correct.

Yeah, an old coworker knew a gal who went up the river for vehicular manslaughter (too much beer one night). She was released but he said she hasn't been the same since.
 
Thank goodness Danish prisons are more lenient about visits from your wife or girlfriend. So you can get a good quickie or a slow lovely loving from your wife. It is no wonder why there aren't so many rapes in Danish prisons. Basically we are more humane to people, even for those in prison. You can even smoke normal cigarettes, without being penalised in extra time for smoking tobacco. Seriously if I had the choice between Danish prison time, vs. American prison time. I would choose Danish prison time without question. But if you ask me, if the American super max prisons are portrayed correctly on National Geographic, then they show something that just makes me shake my head in disbelief. Cause it is not a pretty portrait . Anyway, let us just say, I have said my piece for now.
 
I agree Wolf...If I personally had to do prison time and had a choice I'd rather go Danish.....Although for my women's prison fetish/fantasy thing...It's Women's Prison USA all the way...
 
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