‘Imagine Jacob saying, “Who’s a good whore? You are.”’
Crawford Starrick licking cold Earl Grey from my breasts. Hmmm new tea just for him.
Confession by @threrorian
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‘I imagine Connor coming home from a failed hunting trip all angry because he didn’t catch anything. He would come on and tell me how much he loves me then we would screw each other till we screamed each other’s names. Not even caring if anyone hears us.’
“I want to ride Jacob while taking a bath.”
Haytham Kenway and I had gone to the Royal Opera House to see one play or another. Not that it mattered, because within no time Haytham had me distracted, running his hand up my thigh. I swatted him away, but he kept returning it. I shot him a death glare, but the bastard merely smirked, and pretended he was paying attention to the play. Huffing, I turned my attention back as well, only now the smug ass was busying himself with discretely pulling up my skirts. It was at that moment that I was actually glad for him being some high and mighty patrician and getting us a private box. Not wanting to disturb anyone else, I looked at him and pleaded with my eyes for him to stop. He ceased his hand, and lifted an eyebrow. I knew that if I really wanted him to stop, he would. He also knew I never would. With a huff I sank a bit in my chair, and the scumbag gleamed in victory. He proceeded to hitch my skirts up, and placed his hand on my thigh once more. I tried to focus on the play and not on the hand that was caressing my inner thigh, and was inching higher and higher. But then he started to rub his thumb up and down, just an inch away from where I needed him. I gave up, and looked at him. He smiled that predatory smile of his, and gestured to his lap. My eyes widened.
He didn’t mean to actually have sex here, right?! I mean, hand stuff, maybe mouth stuff, fair enough, but actually going all the way? Haytham didn’t give me a chance to decide, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his lap. I tried to glare at him, but he merely grabbed me by the chin and kissed me, whilst simultaneously sliding his forefinger inside me and grazing my clit with his thumb. I instinctively bit down to try and muffle a moan, but bit his lip instead, which in turn made him moan. I lifted my eyebrow at him, this would definitely be something worth exploring further some other time. Instead, I just kissed him again whilst grinding down on his hand. As he kept fingering me slowly and expertly, I fiddled around, trying to open his belt and trousers. His free hand, that had been on my back slipped down to join mine and help me along.
When his cock was finally freed, Haytham quickly pushed me off his lap, turned me around to face the stage and sank me back down, straight onto his member. I threw my head back and fought with all my might to hold back a moan, and succeeded. Haytham began to move, and I with him. We built up a smooth pace, fast enough to give us both a lot of pressure, but slow enough to not attract too much attention. I got close fast, the excitement of the possibility of getting caught really pushing the right buttons.
It was then that Haytham grabbed my chin once more and directed me to look across the room to the balconies on the other side. “Well take a look at that, love. Seems we have our own little audience,” he grunted softly in my ear. It took me some time, but indeed, some theatre-goer had his eyes not set on the stage, but on us. I shuddered and clenched down hard, coming right there and then, and Haytham fast behind me. Since then, visits to the opera became a weekly occurrence.
Ah damn, I reached 600 words, so had to cut it short. My bad!
Confession [@chrisfoxman]
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~ Signora Paola
‘I sit on the couch next to Evie and specifically on her hand, so she can feel my wet warm panties in her palm. I squirm and slither as I feel her looking me then grab onto my sensitive clit. Her fingers slide inside and we both can hear the stickiness of my pussy, I moan and start humping right away. She gets horny watching me heavily breathe, and gets down on me to lick me and see me quiver.’
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‘God do I want Desmond Miles to get fucked by Shaun. I bet he’s hiding a kinky bastard beneath that uptight British exterior. He’d grab Desmond by the hair and pound his ass on the Animus until he’s crying out to Shaun to let him cum. And then he’d beg the redhead to have all his holes filled with cum too, while being told he’s a slut.’
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‘How hot would it be to be in the fight ring with Jacob? We’d both be naked. Instead of throwing punches accompanying with blood splatters. He’d be thrusting into me, and we’d both be covered in sweat and each other’s fluids.’
Confession [@jezsiema]