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Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 22, 2017

‘I can’t help but think about Shay making love to me on his desk in the Morrigan. My legs squeezing the sides of his bare hips, nails clawing at the scarred flesh of his broad shoulders. Shay has his forehead buried in my crook of my collarbone, mouth open, teeth clamped together as he lets out desperate groans while he ruts into me at varying speeds. Fuck.’

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I’m not much into Templar lovin’ but this one made me feel a little breathless, my dear confessor. (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

~ Signora Paola

Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 17, 2017

‘I want to peg Jacob with a big, weird dildo, like something Bad Dragon or Frisky Beast makes, just to see this big tough gang-leader-slash-Assassin reduced to a moaning, panting, begging mess underneath me. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t need any extra help to come, just hearing his pretty voice pleading for more and seeing his pretty ass swallowing the dildo would be enough to tip me over.’

Confessions, Pairings, Paola's Choice

January 14, 2017

‘I can’t help but imagine Connor and Jacob having slow and passionate sex or either them fucking each other so hard, like there’s no in-between. It’s even better if Jacob’s the bottom.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 12, 2017

If the assassins have a phone sex service I would call it every night and I would be choosing Jacob every time. The first time left such a great impression on me (I came the hardest in a long time) that I want to keep experiencing it. I would give the other assassins a go but I always go back to Jacob. He’d soon realize that I’m just one person (despite me trying to change my voice) and he would eventually coax me into telling him my real name. Some of our talks aren’t even dirty. We genuinely like talking to each other. I don’t mind paying so much just to talk to him. Eventually he’d ask me if we could meet in person. At first I’m terrified. I’m not sure if he would like what he would see. He would insist. 

When we finally meet I can’t believe how handsome he is. How could a man like him even exist? I’d get self-conscious thinking that I’m too ugly but he would have none of it. He would use his charm to make me less conscious. To coax the dirty side that he knows is lurking. It may take days or even weeks for me to get perfectly comfortable. But Jacob would take his time. His gentlemanly ways would surprise me. I don’t realize that I’m slowly falling in love with him. When I’m finally ready we would recreate all the things we ‘talked’ about during our phone sex marathons. I would be surprised that he remembers every single one of them.

Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 8, 2017

‘I would love to watch Jacob having sex with other men. He would be fucking someone else but he’d keep staring at me, that smirk on his face almost challenging me to push the lucky man away so I can take his place. I’d keep watching; eventually I can’t resist touching myself  when his moans become louder. He watches me finger myself, the pace of his hips quickening in time with my fingers inside my pussy. The man he’s fucking is practically howling in pleasure as Jacob drills into him hard and fast. When I see the other man ejaculating without his cock being touched it turns me on so much that I come so hard my hips rise off the chair I’m sitting on. Jacob comes soon after. When we’re done cleaning each other up, I make a suggestion: “Next time, he fucks you while you fuck me.” Jacob smiles: “Then… shall we?”’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 5, 2017

It’s a funny thing; the way clothes can change a person. Connor was a man out of time, bigger than life, and he was quickly becoming more than just a fantasy. Now, she was starting to see him in her day to day. He was there, filling doorways, towering over crowds, sharp eyes focused on her unerringly… 

Damn did he look good too; dark shirt stretched taut over his arms and chest, long hair in it’s natural state, braided and falling to one side when he was at rest. 

But damn it all; it wasn’t in her waking moments that he caused her the most distraction- no. It was when she slept. When her nose caught the faint, ghostly scent of petrichor in the damp air of the woods that her mind concocted, when she ran breathlessly, in flight like prey… when a large body leaped and swung in pursuit and her small feet danced over every obstacle with ease… when Parkour became a strange, heady kind of foreplay before the capture.

The dreams were deep, and so vivid they were almost real. The roll of thunder above vibrating like the growl in his chest, the flash of lightning illuminating like the blue glow of his eyes in this feral state… the heat of his body pressing against hers as she wrapped around him. Accepting him.

Prey given to predator freely. Her heart pounding and blood boiling beneath the surface.

Fantasy. Dream. Desire… He was all of those things.

But she was one thing.

She was His.

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

January 3, 2017

‘I think I’m having a growing kink for hair pulling. Imagining older Jacob pulling my hair while he fucks me from behind is now turning me on more than anything. Oh, I can imagine younger Jacob doing this too, but for some reason when I want to imagine a dominant, “alpha” Jacob who’s so in control I always gravitate towards his older self. Just imagining that rough, calloused hand clamping on top of my mouth to keep me quiet while the other yanks my hair back so that he can whisper unadulterated filth in my ear is enough to send my libido into overdrive.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

December 27, 2016

‘I want to smell the bronze skin of Connor’s chest and nipples. I want to taste his neck when I’m close to the edge. I want to feel his thick and hot dick slide between my pussy’s yearning lips and feel the sweet sweet head hitting inside me… ❤️’

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

December 25, 2016

‘I was born and raised in a tropical country, so naturally the biting winter cold isn’t something that I’m used to. The charm of the snow wore off pretty quick for me and all I want now is my tropical heat back. I’ve become a little withdrawn and grumpy, something that Jacob notices immediately. Come Christmas morning, I wake up to him bringing me breakfast in bed. He massages my feet and tells me stories while I eat, and I can immediately feel my spirits lifting. When I’m done, I tell him a heartfelt ‘thank you’ for making me feel better, but he goes, “Oh, I’m not done.” He then sets aside the food tray, pushes me back down on the bed, and grabs the thick comforter to pull it over our heads, forming a cocoon around us. “I’ll keep you warm here,” he says in a husky voice. By the time he throws the comforter off our bodies, both of us are naked and very sweaty. The cold air doesn’t bother us one bit as we continue our Christmas morning romp, alternating between rough, relentless fucking to sweet, torturous lovemaking.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

December 20, 2016

‘What if Connor played dumb in public because he gets embarrassed easily? But in private he’s so commanding and dominate. I just think he would be the cutest date ever but a hardcore turn on behind closed doors.’

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