“I imagine being held by Connor the way he grips the redcoats in New York – held so close I can feel the breath on my lips and his eyes boring into me, being held just so I almost feel like falling, but secure in his tights grasp. He kisses me while he lays me down, and I lose myself into the feel of his strong arms and the snow around me. I give myself to him in that alleyway, though he had insisted it wasn’t romantic, I care not, but for his cock.”
Confessed by: clehjett
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