Days had passed since I fell into a drunken state of love with Jake. I slowly began to sober up. Gosh, I can't believe I was so reckless and childlike in the way we fell in love. I was hooked on this beastly man within less than a week, madly in love and in a state of lustful debauchery for days. He's been inside me over a dozen times before I even asked his last name! This made me feel so slutty.
Despite our addiction to each other, we weren't out to get all hard core. We enjoyed vanilla loving, with Jake loving me like a gentleman in missionary position or occasionally from behind. He was very romantic, cuddling and kissing me often, making sure that I feel loved and safe in prison. We became the talk of the prison, the first actual consensual prison couple. Some looked at us with lust, some with hatred and envy. We didn't care.
Overtime we got to know each other well. Jake was never good at school, and always wanted to get into construction. Unemployment led him to become a car hijacker and mugger. Some of the crimes he was in for, he actually did, while others were pinned on him. Upon entering prison he quickly made a reputation for himself by taking bitches, committing rape and assault, all so that others see him as dangerous and leave him alone. Yet deep down, all he wanted was an honest life.
We spoke at length each night about our lives, comforting each other as we narrated our stories. We both squeezed in my single bed each night, no matter how hot it got. My man could sweat like a horse, but I didn't care. I'd gotten so used to him, that I needed him with me each night. As hot as he felt, he would never leave me either. We needed each other. He'd gotten so used to having me in his arms, caressing each other, our dicks gently rubbing at each other as we cuddled and kissed and chatted at night.
As prisoners we were to conduct regular manual labour. Greedy businessmen benefitted from our free labour. Our prison had specialised in furniture manufacture. Being a lawyer and a cluts, I was all but useless at it. When it was our turn to participate, I would merely assist Jake, who would do all the actual work. The guards trusted us enough to leave us to our work.
This month we were to make an L-shaped couch. Jake looked so sexy doing carpentry. In his old faded jeans and dull vest, he'd be putting everything together. I made lemonade regularly for him. It was a tiring job. In the end, as soon as he had finished, he sat and sank into the couch he built. The long L-shape enabled him to recline comfortably. We still had about an hour to go till the guards came to check on us again. I decided to spoil my man. I felt to sorry for him, all exhausted.
"Here honey, have another glass while I test the couch with you," I said as I handed him a glass of lemonade.
"Thanks baby. You want to test the couch?" asked Jake.
