Oh that’s right, I don’t have any. But my bestie is going to be a huge star. Does that count? And yes, I mean you.
Anyway, hope you have a great break before your life changes beyond your wildest dreams. I’m pretty fucking excited that you’ve got the Valentine’s Day letter this year. Your poem better be epic.
Talk soon.
Cheers,
Jack
PRESENT DAY
Jenna,
I’m going to assume my Thanksgiving letter was lost in the mail since you’ve never once missed a reply. But if that’s not the case, you’ve got some explaining to do. Was it because I asked about your Mum—sorry MOM? Or is it because I laughed about your character being killed off inPiqued Interest? It was phenomenal acting but she was annoying as hell.
Even you admitted that.
If it was none of those things, I’m going to need you to tell me what it was, because it’s driving me fucking insane. It’s making me picture all the ways I could get back at you. And trust me…you do not want to peek inside this mind. I’m not sure our friendship could recover from that.
Imagine you found out that I wanted to bend you over my knee and slap your bare ass until it’s red and raw, the outline of my handprint beautifully painting each cheek.
Actually, that wouldn’t be a punishment for you, would it? No, I have no doubt you’d love that. You’re probably throbbing right now.
The perfect punishment for you would be to make you lie face down on the bed, naked, with your glorious ass up in the air, your pussy on display for me. I’d trap your hands beside your head, maybe even blindfold you, messing with your senses.
Then I’d wait.
I might take my cock out. Make sure you hear my zipper sliding down. Torturously slowly. Leaving you to imagine what you’d see if I allowed you to look back.
But I wouldn’t let you. Because that’s exactly what you’d want.
You’d want to watch my cock slipping between your folds. You’d want to see your pussy sucking me in, taking me like the not-so-good girl that you are.
Sorry. That’s not how this works. None of this is for you. It’s all for me.
Because of that, I’d take my time, pumping my length as I watched you squirm, your pussy dripping in anticipation. And when I was ready, I’d run my hands all over your body, my fingers circling your centre, your clit, never once touching you where you needed it.
If you spoke, even so much as mewled, I’d stop. This is my payback after all.
How am I doing so far? Do you feel like you’ve paid your dues?
Personally, I think you need a little more.
How about I tease you until you can’t hold back from screaming my name? Work you hard until you’re begging for a release. Maybe then I’d finally lean in and slowly run my tongue through your heat, lapping up your arousal. Maybe I’d suck your clit, give you everything you crave until you’re seconds away from soaking my face.
Then I’d disappear. I’d leave you for a minute before coming back and doing it all again.
Edging you.
Over and over. Licking, sucking, plunging my fingers inside you.
And when you can’t take any more, I’d…
It doesn’t matter, I digress. I wasn’t supposed to give you that insight.
If your letter did get lost along the way, I’m sorry for my outburst. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas. Got any grand plans? I’m having another quiet one this year but heading away in January. Me and a few of the guys are beach hopping up the coast. Should be fun.
Can’t wait to hear all about your next project. You were auditioning for a feature film, right? You couldn’t tell me the name but I think I recall it was an action comedy, and you were going to be a badass. The perfect role, I’d say.
