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I wipe the fogged-up mirror and study myself for a second.

I have more than a few scars scattered throughout my body.

No clue how I lived through some of the shit I did in prison.

Never thought gettingshankedwould become as common as eating or taking a shit.

That sudden stabbing rush of pain.

If you were meant to survive, you’d react right away. Getting stabbed once is usually a warning, but prison rarely came with warnings. That meant the first stab was the first of many. I saw guys get stabbed dozens of times. Hundreds even. Kind of like getting stung by a bee. One or two hurt. But get stung a thousand times, over and over, you’re going to die.

My phone sudden vibrates and the screen lights up.

It’s balanced on the edge of the narrow sink and almost falls off.

I grab the phone and see my Katie girl’s name on the screen.

With a picture attached.

“Fuck,” I growl.

She listened.

Now I’m a little irritated with myself.

Ten years thinking about my Katie girl and her honey-filled cunt and I didn’t pounce when I had the chance.

Then again, maybe I’m just used to waiting. Maybe I’ve inadvertently gained the power of patience.

I find that interesting.

I open the text and the picture pops up.

My Katie girl’s fingers, coated with her sweet cunt juice. Viscous. Rich.

I growl deep in my throat and instantly find my left hand grabbing for my cock.

I’m stroking myself with ease, bringing my huge cock to life.

“Oh, fuck, Katie,” I whisper.

I pause for a moment and use my left hand to touch the phone screen to zoom in on the picture.

Her cunt honey looks so good.

My tongue actually aches. My tastebuds scream with deep desire.

I spit into my left hand and grab my cock once more.

I stroke hard and fast. Like I’m going to rip my cock off my body.

All I can do is picture my Katie girl in her bed, next to her fucking fiancé. Being stealthy and quiet. Acting like a little vixen. Acting like a cheating whore. Slamming her fingers into her cunt, over and over, knowing she needs to be quiet.

She’s still the wild Katie I once knew and had all to myself.

Ten years apart… she can pretend to be anything she wants for now…

My hand moves faster on my cock.