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    Dearest Diaries

    Dearest Diaries

    ​Rereleased Soon - Warning some of the material is explicit. Tell me what you think. All writing is the property of Agape Voice. Copyright, Agape Voice.

    THIS IS Just an EXCERPT (rough draft)
    "Disguised as God"
    One
    I knew the congregation would fill quickly in the large cafeteria like space because it was Saturday. I tried to prepare for my King's entrance, using the bathroom, checking the vending machines, that sort of thing. I was like a school girl before each visit; filled with excitement. I got his favorite drink but held off getting him food, so he could watch me walk back and forth a couple of times. I was prepared with my twenty single dollar bills to provide him with whatever he liked. In the last conversation we had, he said, "Open-up the place Hun", which meant get here first. I was the second person in line and the crowd of folks were still pouring in an hour later. I left home before 3:30 am and arrived right before 8:00 am. This was our routine. I had it down.
    I choose his favorite seat, against the wall in the back corner. He demanded that his back be against the wall. I am not sure if that was paranoia or not but I would always comply. The guard didn't have great visibility of us from that spot either and we were able to have a little intimacy. Across the room, I could see his silhouette as he stood behind a closed door that had a tinted window on top. That image of him was sexy as hell as they searched his person for contraband. He was a tall dark skin man with two different colored eyes. When the door opened he made eye contact with me without hesitation and walked confidently to where I was sitting. I had to learn how to kiss him because he was so commanding but I learned to love his lips sucking on mine; our chemistry was insane. The entrance was the best part of the visit.
    "I want my wife so bad.", he whispered in my ear, as he held me in his arms.
    "I want my husband.", I softly replied.
    Joyful images marked our weekly visits. It was only 9:15 am and there was barely a seat left. We became watchers of sorts. We watched mothers reuniting with sons after years of being apart. We watched children running into Daddy's arms, longing for the sentence to end. We watched lovers, passionately kissing, as if this visitation was their last. We just watched. And then there was us. We finally made it to the 4-year mark; still in love, silly as ever but unable to consummate this union for these prison walls. The restrictions were less now that he made it to a camp but it still was prison.
    "I love you Eva."
    "I love you too Pent."
    "Do you really?"
    "Of course. What do you want to eat?"



    I would serve my husband like a King, switching like a pole dancer to the vending machines. My curves could be seen through the God-awful scrubs I wore to get in without any problems. "Get it Babe.", he would call out ignorantly, which made me switch even more. I would look back to his infectious laughter. I was truly happy. During the visit, my husband would compliment everything from my heart to my body and even my mind. I never felt such love. In those moments, he captivated my spirit and satisfied my soul. I remember thinking that if it ends in pain and if I had the chance, I would do it again.
    "I brought a tip with me love."
    "Oh, yeah? Slip it to me."
    We held each other's hands and I gave him the small square package. He got up and made his way to the bathroom. He turned to look at me with a grin and laughed in turn. We both were so silly during visits. When he returned, we nuzzled in the corner, staring at one another in the most passionate way.
    "Is it on?"
    "Yeah."
    "Can you see it?"
    I looked down and I saw the tip of his manhood covered by the latex that I had passed to him. I slowly slipped my hand in the open seam of his pants. I stroked him up and down with my right hand as he sat staring straight ahead. His face became flush, biting his upper lip to try to have some composure. He took a deep sigh of relief when he had finished. It didn't even feel like we were in a crowded prison visitation room.
    "I wish you could put your mouth on it."
    "I bet you do."
    We both busted out laughing. He made his way back to the bathroom to clean up and while he was gone, I fantasized what it would be like to sleep with my husband. I just loved him.

    Dearest Diaries
    Arrogant Slave
     

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