My Dearest Gigolo Joe,
I’ve been lying here in my silk sheets, the city lights of Vancouver flickering through the window like distant stars, and all I can think about is you. Your name alone makes my pulse quicken—Gigolo Joe, the man who knows exactly how to make a woman forget her own name.
Do you remember the way your hands moved over me last time? Slow, deliberate, like you were memorizing every curve of my body as if it were sacred territory. I still feel the ghost of your touch on my skin, especially on the inside of my thighs where your fingers teased and promised so much more. God, Joe, the way you looked at me with those dark, hungry eyes while you knelt between my legs… it made me wet just thinking about it again.
I want you tonight. Not the polished, professional version you show the world. I want the raw, relentless Gigolo Joe who takes control. I want your mouth on me—kissing, licking, sucking until I’m trembling and begging. I want to feel your cock, thick and hard, sliding deep inside me while you whisper filthy things in my ear. Tell me how tight I feel. Tell me how much you love fucking me. I want to ride you until my legs shake, my breasts bouncing as I grind down on every inch of you.
And when I’m close, I want you to flip me over, grab my hips, and pound into me from behind like you own me. Because right now, in this moment, you do. I’m yours to use, to pleasure, to ruin in the most delicious way.
Come to me soon, Joe. I’m already soaked, my fingers circling my clit as I write this, imagining it’s your tongue instead. Don’t make me wait too long, my favorite gigolo. My body is aching for your touch.
With dripping desire, Suzi Suzuki xxx