Feb. 5, 2013: Mental Escape
February 5, 2013 (Tuesday):
162.8 lbs....
Work day was just about the same as always. Talked with Kris for few minutes. Still unable to put any deals with him. Got a call from my younger daughter. Nothing special. I found myself kinda depressed at the end of the day. Evening was stressful. A person does not have to in a prison to feel confined.
I forced myself to think differently. I thought and imagined thick hair of light brown color and my fingers untangling them and gliding through them. I imagined the trembles and sighs it produced. In my mind's eye, I looked into a pair of light green eyes, deep as ocean, half closed, and full lips with healty naturual color of light pink, bursting with life and desire, mouth open just enough to see beautiful white teeth. I saw the curve of the neck, long and smooth and without any blemish and I saw the pulse in the artery and I closed my eyes and let my thought drifted towards the long burried but never forgotten taste of the flesh. I remembered the flow of blood under the skin pulsating against my tongue on the neck and whisper like sighs and moans. I slept with those images and forgot other things for a while.
162.8 lbs....
Work day was just about the same as always. Talked with Kris for few minutes. Still unable to put any deals with him. Got a call from my younger daughter. Nothing special. I found myself kinda depressed at the end of the day. Evening was stressful. A person does not have to in a prison to feel confined.
I forced myself to think differently. I thought and imagined thick hair of light brown color and my fingers untangling them and gliding through them. I imagined the trembles and sighs it produced. In my mind's eye, I looked into a pair of light green eyes, deep as ocean, half closed, and full lips with healty naturual color of light pink, bursting with life and desire, mouth open just enough to see beautiful white teeth. I saw the curve of the neck, long and smooth and without any blemish and I saw the pulse in the artery and I closed my eyes and let my thought drifted towards the long burried but never forgotten taste of the flesh. I remembered the flow of blood under the skin pulsating against my tongue on the neck and whisper like sighs and moans. I slept with those images and forgot other things for a while.