Hi R, wow, your last email, what a lovely thought, lying somewhere naked in the sun, having my needs ministered to. have to confess, played with myself thinking about that, alone in my bed, lovely tinkling climax, wish it had been your fingers doing it though, or even better, tongue. also wish i’d had some of you to hold on to, take you in my body wherever you wanted. oh well, can but dream.
Besides, jumping into bed with someone in my son’s circle might not be the smartest possible thing. here in sydney, R, the problem is that the place is so damn small, it’s not as bad as other towns in australia, but it doesn’t have that thing that london has, that you can do whatever you want and nobody will ever find out or even be interested.
And also, the things you can do in london are so unlimited, there’ll be a thousand things happening, R, that you won’t even have heard about but which if they happened here you’d get excited. anyway, here, the prospects of finding a lover without the whole of your world knowing about it are pretty low. so i guess i just have to resign myself to a long intimate relationship with my fingers.
Unless you come over, R. i can’t see myself getting to england for the next year or so, but can’t you find some excuse, business or a friend’s wedding or something? i could come over to your hotel, spend the day together, some sex in the morning, some wine at lunch, some more sex in the afternoon. it’d be fantastic to feel you inside me again. Jane xxx.
