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Confessions, Paola's Choice

October 6, 2020

‘Oh what I’d give for Ezio to model for a nude painting for me so I can capture his sculpted body forever. Though I think we’d both get distracted and instead of painting, I’d be on my knees giving him head then being pinned down under him with his hand in my hair, pulling my head back and paying attention to not be gentle with me, the two of us climaxing over and over. Once the painting is FINALLY finished, I’m sure you ladies could find a place for such a piece in La Rosa, right? 😉’

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My dear confessor I’m sure we could find the perfect place for such a piece. Perhaps in our private back room? ~Sister Teodora

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 20, 2020

As an older brother, Federico probably taught Ezio many things; one of the most important being how to please a woman. Imagine agreeing to take part in a practical demonstration for the younger Auditore. In between kisses, licks, and nips Federico would explain exactly what he is doing to elicit those gasps and whines from you while Ezio watches from the side. After getting you off with his mouth, Federico moves over and motions for Ezio to give it a go. He fumbles a bit and it’s not as finessed as what you just experienced but you can sense his determination to get those sounds out of you that Federico had made to seem so easy.

Federico senses it as well and reminds him that we have the whole night to practice. Hearing that you’ll be receiving the attention of both brothers for hours brings a drawn out moan from you as you reach climax. From there, each round gets more and more intense as Ezio’s skills improve allowing Federico to move away from teaching and focus on you completely. By the time the sun begins to rise the three of you are an exhausted, sweaty mess but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world than between the two Auditore brothers as you drift off to sleep.

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 12, 2020

‘I can’t help but to imagine Shay dirty talking with that accent of his. I’d be putty in his hands if he called me ‘love’ even once. Order me to do anything and I will obey, no questions asked.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 12, 2020

For Shay’s Birthday, I would love for him to take a day of from his duty and come with me for a walk in the nature, a hike in those beautiful forests. I imagine we would be somewhere in the River Valley, and after a long walk, we would happen on a secluded beach, far away from prying eyes. He would disrobe himself, claiming that after all that hiking, a swim would just be the perfect way to cool himself.

As I watch him taking off all of his clothes, my eyes linger for a moment on the soft trail of dark hair of his happy trail, before he jumps into the water.


With an inviting look, he would invite me to join him, and I would gladly do so. Once in the water, he would take me in his arms, keeping me close to his chest as he starts kissing and nipping at the skin of my neck, before moving down toward my breasts. As he takes one of my nipples between his teeth, I can feel his hand pushing my hips toward his, as he slips his cock in my core and starts pounding into me like there is no tomorrow. He would fuck me senseless in those sweet waters, telling me how much he has always wanted me, how he hates when other men look at me and how I am his and his only. And to prove the point, he would come into me, biting into the soft skin of my neck, leaving his special mark, as he growls my name.

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 12, 2020

‘Shay is an Assassin Hunter. I bet you that he makes a good Primal Hunter, too. I want primal play with him so bad. He can hunt me down like the lone, feral wolf he is. I want him to track my scent in the woods, chase me down, and put up a good, primal fight. I want him to lick me, bite me, pull my hair, scratch my arse, growl like one who has claimed me as his…I want to see him unleash his inner beast and become wild with me.’

Confession [@haythamsenpai]

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 11, 2020

‘Imagine being James Kidd’s lady, the pretty thing on his arm at the tavern. He’d have you sit in his lap and would hold his drink up to your lips to take a sip from while his other hand not so sneakily grabs your ass. Back in his quarters he’d shower your body with kisses and dominate you in the most sensual ways. All the other men don’t understand how he landed a beautiful thing like you. Never would they have thought that he’s as good in the sack as the loud moans and screams they overhear seem to prove. Oh to see their faces if they knew that your Kidd was a strong, powerful woman who had you wrapped tightly (in more ways than one) around her finger.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 10, 2020

‘Imagine though: Ezio eating you out and Altair watching from a distance, slowly coming closer and maybe he’d pull your hair a little or grab your throat or make you suck on his fingers but nothing more. Just the torture of having him there but not really joining. He’d whisper non stop filth though. Definitely.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 7, 2020

‘Lately, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about Arno sitting at his desk in his room at the Café Théâtre, late at night, attempting to write down some notes about the mission he just finished, but being too pent up to focus properly. Finally, he just slumps back in his chair and unbuttons his trousers, before pulling his rock-hard cock out and proceeding to pleasure himself, all while still in his full assassin garb. Man, what I wouldn’t give to be witness to that delicious sight.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

September 2, 2020

‘Jacob Frye by the time he’s in his 40’s would be a sentimental, candle lit sex kind of lover. He’d praise his partner every step of the way, wordlessly worshiping their body and even begging for them to cum first. After his life experiences I believe he’ll be the type to gently caress his lover to sleep with lots of romantic pillow talk. Alongside improved aftercare of getting them water or opening a window. Maybe an occasional cheeky remark but he’d always smile with a starry look in his eyes.’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

August 26, 2020

My birthday falls right after our beautiful French boy Arno Dorian’s birthday, on the 27th. So while my congratulations may be delayed, I’d like to make it up to this spectacular, wonderful man who’s been the central figure in my fantasies for well over a year – longer than any other (fictional) character has ever occupied. So for this special figure in my heart, I’d like to detail all the wonderful things I’d like to do.

Since I delayed my confession on time – and Parisians are known for being tardy – I’m sure Arno stands out for being a man who likes things being ordered and prompt. He’d likely be disappointed I’d forgotten his birthday, but he’d know I’d be willing to make it up to him. I’d love to see the surprise on his face when he discovered my birthday came right after his, which means double the celebrations – and double the fun.

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Hmm, where to start? Well I’d love for him to mark me as his, and make me feel beautiful. I’d love to gift him my virginity and watch his expression make that ‘O’ face I’m so eager to see, whether it be from me sucking his cock for the first time or seeing me all wet for him.

I’ve never been one to be tied up, but he can use the sashes on his Master Assassin outfit all he likes. I want to see the buttons pop on those tight pants of his and watch him stare at me intensely under his hood, those dark eyes alight with passion, lust and admiration. I want his lips at my throat, kissing every inch of exposed skin. I don’t want him to take off his outfit because I love seeing him in it. As an added bonus, I’d love to have both younger Arno and Master Assassin Arno on these two consecutive days. I wouldn’t know who can take me first and if they want to tag team me – something I’ve never wanted to do either – I’d be totally fine with that. 

Either way, I just want this French man. He is so gorgeous and I would give anything for someone to treat me with devoted passion and rough, elegant sex like he does. I know he fucks the way he fights, and how willing he is to make sure his partner is not the only one experiencing pleasure.

I can’t wait to taste some French vanilla icing 😉

Confession [@ellebastille ]

From all of us here at La Rosa in Fiore, we’d like to greet you a very happy birthday! Indeed, this is a very, very special day for you and Monsieur Dorian, si? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(

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