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Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 23, 2016

‘I want to take the time to memorise Jacob’s face. His deep hazel eyes, the cutting cheekbones, the fond but playful smile or even the serious scowl he makes. I want to caress the half grown stubble and kiss those lips. I want to feel all of those eyes and the touch of those lips all over my body. I want to feel alive under him and turn to water in his arms. I want him to fuck me like he’s never had a more gorgeous fuck in his life and I want to make him feel like the King of the world.’

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 22, 2016

‘Of all the AC women, the most tantalizing must be Lydia Frye. She’s beauty, she’s grace, I want her to sit on my face.’

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 22, 2016

“Haytham Kenway is my English History professor. I find myself turned on and wet from his voice as he lectures, and as the only person in the first row I can sense his attention focused on me more often than anyone else in the lecture hall. After the lecture is over, I stay longer to gather my things. I feel him looking at me with an unusual intensity. I look up at him, and he beckons. He hands me a slip of paper with an address and phone number “for tutoring. Private tutoring.”

Confessed by: ellestrix
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Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 21, 2016

‘Can’t speak for other assassins regarding the 7 minutes in heaven confession, but I wanna bet that Jacob would just unceremoniously take off his shirt and go ‘Shall we?’ with a shit eating smile as soon as you two are in the closet.’

I am… very much inspired to write a drabble of this /o/

~ Signora Paola

Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 20, 2016

‘I just can’t help noticing Jacob’s hand. I realized that they’re big and I can’t imagine how they would fit me/you, if you know what I mean. *smirk* Wouldn’t it like hurt a lot? :3′

Well, his fingers are rather long

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But no, it definitely wouldn’t hurt. Signore Frye would make sure that you are primed and ready. And considering the… overarching theme of many confessions we’ve had about him I don’t think it would take that long for him, too. All he needs to do is say the right words with a sultry lilt in his voice and y’all would be ready  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

~ Signora Paola

Miscellaneous, Paola's Choice

May I get the blessing of Father Jacob? 😉

April 18, 2016
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Father Jacob blesses you and is ready to hear all your confessions. He’s even offering you wicked beautiful souls free baptisms.

~ Signora Paola, your mother superior

Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 18, 2016

“How might it feel to make love with Connor by a waterfall? To be unable to distinguish between unceasing current of water and skin upon skin, or the greedy grunts and moans. Perhaps his thrusts are fast. Is it because of the water, or is it because you completely submit to him with every mark he makes with his hands and mouth as he claims you, his mate?”

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 18, 2016

“I want to be sitting up in a lovely comfy bed with my back on a pillow and Jacob draped over my lap, face-down and stark-naked with his bum perfectly positioned for a spanking. I’d start off slow, rubbing him after every swat, but eventually I’d be putting my arm into it and both sets of cheeks would be bright pink. If he came, and I imagine he’d have a hard time *not*, I’d punish him for it by making him lick up the mess he made… then reward him by letting him lick up the mess I’m making. ^_~”

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 17, 2016

‘I know part of Jacob’s appeal is his voice, but I really want to gag him just to watch how his face would look like when I’m teasing him and he’s deprived of words. Just imagine the whole gamut of emotions colouring that handsome face when you’re giving him a blowjob. From angry and demanding to pleading and submissive. And even though he’s unable to say a word the sounds he’d make would be spectacular.’

‘Tis a little early for some of you, but it is Sunday on my end so… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

~ Signora Paola

Confessions, Paola's Choice

April 15, 2016

‘I would like to pour melted butter on Jacob Frye. Imagine him, tied up on a bed of mashed potatoes, narrating everything that’s being done to him, describing the feeling of being a buttered Frye… it’ll be hard not to slip off him later… when he’s filling me with his “gravy.”’

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Never forget ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)