Dear Gigolo Joe,

From the moment I heard your name, I knew you were something special—a man built for pleasure, sculpted to fulfill every decadent desire. And oh, how I love a man who knows exactly what he’s made for.

I can already picture those skilled hands exploring every inch of me, your lips tracing secret pathways only the most devoted lovers dare to follow. I want to feel your body pressed against mine, moving in that perfect rhythm, drawing out the kind of moans that echo long after the night is over.

I want to taste the temptation of you, tease you until you’re aching for more, and then surrender completely to that insatiable hunger between us. The thought of it alone sends shivers down my spine and makes me wet with anticipation.

Meet me in the moonlight, where only our bodies and breath will speak. No words—just heat, passion, and the sweetest, rawest kind of pleasure.

I’ll be waiting.

Christy