Jakki, I was thinking about you being fucked right now. I would love to see your pussy being used. It turned me on and my imagination ran wild. So, I wrote you a story. I hope you will be able to visualise what I have written and I hope it makes you wet. x
Jakki, it has been a while since we have seen each other. I have no idea what you remember of me but I will tell you what I remember of you. Long blonde hair, very sensual, likes to be touched and held, although there may have been an element of 'e' when that was the case. When we were out raving you always used to wear lovely tight, revealing clothes. If I recall correctly, you have incredibly well shaped, sized and weighted breasts. I remember, once, when we got back from wherever we had been, your nipples relaxed and they added a small bulge to your profile. But that was not the best memory I have from the clothes your wore. Your hot pants, wow, shaped your ass so well. I know I never saw your pussy in the flesh, but there was always a defined outline of your pussy lips on show. I wish I had had the courage to just kneel in front of you and trace those lines with my tongue. I would have loved to have heard your breathing quicken. I would love to have seen a wet patch show through.
We should meet, we should go back to the time we knew each other. We should get some MDMA and dope in. We should make a day of it. We should keep it secret from even our best friends. You should wear hotpants and a tight top. I will wear something that looks good, that you would find attractive. We should start off everything slow. Have a smoke and a small nip of crystal. Let that all sink in to our bodies, increasing all the sensations that are possible. We should share a glass of wine, put some music on and dance with each other, our hands roaming all over. We need to hold off as long as we can. As soon as we kiss, there would be no going back.