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Confessions, Paola's Choice, Secluded Haystack

June 23, 2022

London, 1868: Walking down the streets alone at night should be a thoroughly unsettling affair. Especially when you can feel someone’s eyes on you. When you can intuit that you are being followed. You turn around; nothing out of place, not even the shadows. You keep walking, and your spine shivers with the growing sense that you are not as alone as you think you are. Your breathing quickens and your heartbeat picks up as you turn into a cold alleyway. You can barely make out the dim light of the street lamps on the other end, otherwise you are bathed in darkness. Maybe that’s why you feel, as much as you hear, the sudden thudding clack of shoes on the cobble below. You turn around; you can barely make out the man’s broad figure, but it is still imposing enough to root you where you stand. As he approaches, you can hardly make out his face, but his eyes seem to blaze intensely, boring into you with intent. Clear want.

“Are you afraid?” The man asks in a low voice. You can only shake your head yes. He suddenly stops walking though his expression and voice do not lose their intensity. Your body thrums with a tension that you are eager to articulate. You can muster your voice at last.

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Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

July 6, 2021

‘I wailed throughout the captain’s quarters, my melodies like a siren song to my man’s ears. His body and mine laid upon a majestic bed, all hot and sweaty in the heat of passion. We embraced each other, our legs tangling between the messy sheets. I grazed the Mohawk warrior’s chiseled abs before I scrambled on top of him. I straddled his waist while my palms roamed his sculpted torso. I then placed my lips to his ear.

“You are a fast learner, Connor.”’

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Confession [@haythamsenpai]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 29, 2021

Seeing my lover completely naked with his ass in the air and his arms folded neatly in front of him, sends a shiver down my spine. When Arno had told me he wanted this, I was initially surprised. After giving it some thought, I agreed and he gleefully began to explain exactly what he wants from this.

Watching him prepare himself proved extremely difficult. I wanted so badly to open him up myself, but my beloved Arno, the clever imp, insisted on doing it himself. He knew exactly how much I love to be teased. Once he deemed himself ready, he beckoned me with a single curled finger and come-hither eyes.

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Confession [@catpop12343]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 28, 2021

The cellar was a spacious room with nothing but shelves on all sides, filled with tainted glass bottles of wine. Besides the owner and I, there was another customer in the room too. I did not pay much mind to him for it was not odd seeing someone else in here. However, what was odd about him was his attire: only white robes and heavily armed. A guard?

“Anything new will be located here in the first three shelves. Everything else are the regular signatures and local favorites. Please, pick out as much as you would like.”

“Sí, grazie.”

After that, the room went silent and my walk around the glass gallery began. Red, bold, light, fruity and earthy. For tonight’s purpose of getting drunk, I picked a bottle with the highest amount of alcohol and one of the newer recipes the brewer mentioned for support. As I extended my hand to grab the neck of the bottle, his hand gently grazed past mine. The guard’s. Quickly, I retracted my hand and looked over to my left. When he moved to my side, I could not say. I must have been lost in my thoughts again.

“Mi dispiace signore. The bottle is yours.”

As I apologized, the male chuckled, moved his hand to rest on his hip and turned his profile to see me.

“No need to apologize bellissima.”

It was not the cheesy compliment that made me speechless. No, I have heard plenty of those back in my primal days. I paid no attention to his words actually. It was his gorgeous appearance that really made me doubt his profession as a guard. For one, he wore no helmet. I was able to distinguish how well-groomed both his brown, neck length hair and facial hair was, the fairness in the coloring of his skin tone, the glimmer of interest in his dark brown eyes, and the playfulness in his smile despite how much he has already aged.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 27, 2021

It started as an accident—a simple, innocent little incident—and the young Assassin didn’t know how to feel about it. It all started when he scraped his groin against the desk. He didn’t mean to do it. Oh no, not at all. He just needed to grab ingredients from the kitchen shelves as ordered by Achilles. But then euphoria ignited his loins while he did so.

He never brought it up with the old man, no matter how disconcerted it made him. Such matters embarrassed him too much to discuss in the open. He didn’t want to discuss it with someone not of his tribe, either. So, he left the subject untouched until nightfall.

Connor laid upon his four-poster bed with eyes wide open. He couldn’t sleep until he dealt with this strange issue of his. He felt relieved that Achilles gave him a separate upstairs bedroom to sleep in, far away from the old man’s lower-level chamber. Wearing nothing but a night-shirt, Connor pushed the bedsheets aside and reached for his nether regions. He put his hand right above his loins, unsure of where to begin, or even how to get those gratifying sparks going again.

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Confession [@haythamsenpai]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

June 26, 2021

Mary is her name. His true name. A bold white Englishwoman, with shades of brown coloring both her beaded hair and eyes. I leaned in the rest of the way and pressed my lips against hers again. Together, we shared another passionate kiss like before but this time…Mary began to eagerly remove my clothing. Resisting was never an option for me, rather, I helped her slip away each piece of garment until I was fully naked. Afterwards, she pushed me down on the bed, my head now resting on a comfortable pillow. I fixed my positioning as well, raising my arms up to hide them underneath the pillow and spreading my legs open, to further display myself unto her.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

May 29, 2021

I felt Bayek’s strong, warm body and his beard scratching against my face. While I leaned in to give him a kiss, I inhaled his musky odor. Lowering my gaze, I noticed my hands were wet from Bayek’s sweat. He probably didn’t have enough time to take a bath. His smell was very manly, but I knew he couldn’t stay sweaty forever.

“Would you like to visit the bathhouse with me, Bayek?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I need now. Lead on!”

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Confession [@filifuck]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

May 28, 2021

There he was. Even more gorgeous than the last time I remembered him to be. My heart fluttered with joy, with anticipation. I wanted to be near him, hear his voice, and smell the Jasmine in his robes. We did leave things in a small misunderstanding the last time we spoke. Perhaps it was time…to make amends. Slowly, I slid the door to the side and stepped into the next train car where Henry was. With each step I took, the scent of Jasmine grew stronger and his beautiful features grew more detailed. Slick, neatly combed hair, dark skin, pierced ears, chocolate eyes, long eyelashes, and a slim, firm body. The same body I wanted to overpower me…that lustful night…My love for Henry was never a phase.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Confessions, Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

March 22, 2021

 

Running, I leapt from roof to roof until I found the building that had the Brotherhood’s insignia engraved before the entrance. Through the opening, I climbed my way down inside the Bureau. When my boots touched the floor, I turned and pulled my hood down to get a proper view of my surroundings. It was both spacious and silent. The sun’s rays peering through the top was enough to be a source of light. I could only imagine what this space would look like at night. Around me were potted plants, vines growing through the top that hung comfortably against wall decors, a small fountain and a few rugs laid across the floors accompanied by many plush pillows. There was only a door frame to pass through, and after crossing stone floors, I was greeted by a man working on a piece of parchment with a quill in hand.

His head was bowed, and his eyebrows frowned against his forehead. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it with such an intense concentration. I blinked. It was such an admirable sight; I was worried that my presence here would be a sort of disturbance. As I turned to walk away in hopes to return at a more appropriate time, a voice stopped me.

“Hold. What do you think you are doing? You are late enough as it is.”

Stern, sharp and with a slight accent to his words, the man was speaking to me. I turned back around to see that the man had not once removed his eyes from his work.

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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]

Extended Confessions, Secluded Haystack

February 23, 2021

It was the most exhausting day I ever had at work. Making deliveries all day wasn’t the idea I had in mind when I started working for a restaurant. I am now sitting on a bench, at the bus stop, when I felt my phone vibrate. Maybe it was just another notification from a random social media I have?

It was Arno.

“Hey Babe. When are you coming over? Shay’s with me and we’re waiting for you to watch a movie together.”

Shay…Didn’t see him since he moved back to Boston a year ago. I remember the gift Arno and I gave him: a final threesome. Yeah, I can still hear his screams along with Arno’s.

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Confession [@just-a-transboy]