Love Letters To Inmates Novels & Stories

I’ll wear a mask, gloves, whatever they want—but I will see their eyes. I’m finishing up a report when my phone dings. A message from Alexis. My brow furrows. She rarely texts. I unlock it. And stop breathing. A picture. Of a restraint set. A telescopic spreader bar. A cock ring. Laid out on my bed. Another message pops up. “I couldn’t decide between these three, so I packed them all.” Fuuuuuuuck.

I am now a prisoner in a beautiful palace, and there was no way out for me. I spent days in the house watching movies, playing video games, and also occasionally Mat allowed me to have calls with my close friends but only under close supervision, yeah I know his plan; to make this look more real and make me believe he is protecting me from something whereas this is plain abduction. He will occasionally ask me if I want anything to munch on, no matter how impossible the task I gave he always finds a way to pleasure me. No, I won't succumb to him and give in to his wicked plans.

Among the glossy magazines and corporate notices sat a thick, plain white envelope. I turned it over in my hands. The paper felt soft and worn at the edges, as if it had traveled a long road. My thumb brushed over the return address stamped in bold black ink on the top left corner: State Correctional Facility for Women. Below it was a prisoner ID number and a name: Jade Hart. My heart gave a single, hard thump. I walked back to the kitchen and set the letter flat on the island. I looked at the envelope for five full minutes while my tea grew cold. Then, taking a steadying breath, I slid my thumb under the seal and pulled it out.

“I hope you forgive me for what I’ve done.” I step towards the cell, ignoring the protests from the many protective men surrounding me. Reahcing out, I grab Remiel’s hand. “There is nothing to forgive Remiel.” A tear slides down my cheek. “I love you and I will not rest until I have freed you from this prison and brought you back home.”

I know one day, he will come to me and everything I have been longing for will be mine. I don't like sharing what belongs to me. 'I can't wait to leave this goddamn prison.' While I ponder on so many things, a guard walks to my prison position. "Good morning. This is your food," he said after opening the prison gate. He pushed the food towards me. I feel so awkward. I have never been treated like a criminal even when I was in the dungeon. I feel so bad for being treated like one. All I did was to fight for the love I have. I don't know when fighting for love becomes a criminal matter that could lead to prison.

"Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst." ~Marjorie Pay Hinckley "Anna?" Eli's voice calls to me after I become blank for a moment thinking about what my prison cell would look like and how I would feel about my cell mate while in there because I am sure that's where I was going to find myself in the morning. The stories I heard of prison life weren't nice, at least that was why Ade vowed never to go back there again.

I did what I did out of love, and yet, look how he’s repaying me. I usually don’t let myself think about those dark, dark days, but now, they creep into my mind, despite my best efforts not to let them. I can remember the cold, dark mustiness of the cell in which I was kept like the world’s most dangerous criminal. I can remember the tiny portions of food that I had to survive on ... portions that were barely enough to feed a small child … let alone a grown woman. I can remember vividly how hopeful I was that Jeff would come to visit me at the start of my imprisonment. I mean, why wouldn’t he?

“You can't run from me, not this time. What's happening? Why are you crying?” I tried to shut the lid of the laptop but he was fast. He tapped the unopened email from Nathan and his eyes scanned over it and he frowned very hard before reading it. “ ‘You were so beautiful I felt like pulling you to me and kissing you. I felt like taking my wife to bed and loving her. It's wild because I never felt this way towards you before. The colour of your hair is like properly made coffee, I still can't get the image of your beautiful doe eyes staring at me’….what the hell is this fool saying?!”

You're insane! Caleb's hair was messy, and his hands were cuffed. "I'm insane, and so are you. You killed your own husband!" Rosalie slapped him several times in quick succession. Blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth. He gave a silly smile. "Rosalie, you have feelings for me. How could you marry him? You clearly loved me so much. I only acted because I saw that you were starting to fall for him." He played a recording from before I died. It was filled with my frantic cries for help and weak apologies. "Rosalie, I was wrong… I don't love you anymore. Please just let me out," I pleaded.

This story is about sexual feelings in lockdown. Everybody was imprisoned in their own home in lockdown. It is a story when a single man stayed in his house due to lockdown and he falls in love with his maid. Michael works in the private bank registry office. He is 29 years old guy and due to his busy life, he is still a virgin. He had few girlfriends in university but their relationship never reached at that stage except kissing. After waking up early in the morning, he does his daily yoga on the lawn for half an hour, he has his own gym in the basement so after doing a few heavy exercises and lots of sweating and comes back to his room for a hot shower.