‘A naked Desmond plus whipped cream plus a bottle of Kahlua plus some silk scarves to bind his hands with equals a birthday treat for the both of us.’
‘“Happy Birthday, Desmond,” I purr as I approach him, appreciating the smirk on his face. “Thanks,” he says, “now would you mind taking off my blindfold and untying me?” I sit down in his lap and start to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I can hear his breathing start to get heavier as I straddle him, feeling his desire grow, but being unable to do much anything with his hands tied behind him. “That would ruin the surprise,” I whisper into his ear, and slip my hand into his briefs.’
‘For Desmond’s birthday, I taught him how to make an Arnold Palmer martini that I picked up in my travels. After we “tested” the drinks, Desmond starts kissing my neck, making me come undone from his touch. We striped and made love together. When we finished, I would whisper as I lean in to kiss him “Happy Birthday Des.”’
‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’
‘After parkouring through Paris all day, Arno asks me to massage the aches and strain from his muscles. He strips down to his waist, and as I work on easing his muscles, I can’t help but admire his toned physique and broad shoulders. I do my best with the massage, but my hands start to wander, and Arno catches my wrist, smirking. “Thinking of soothing me in another way, cherie?” he asks invitingly. I settle into his lap and unbutton my blouse. “I can think of more ‘therapeutic’ ways,” I reply.’
‘(First ever confession, exciting 😱😱) I just finished playing ‘The Order: 1886’ and daaaaaammnnnn, throughout the whole game I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I want Grayson and Crawford Starrick in my bed. Like, yes please, I’d take these two daddy’s anytime, any day, anywhere, and in every sex position known to men. ~🐭💖’
Congratulations on your first confession, dearest anon!
‘Lately I’ve developed a breeding kink, and somehow I want to practice it with Bayek, Jacob and Connor. Only imagining how hot would be do it the high school where I’m working or in other place… Damn, I’m turned on!’
Confession [@vickapinto]
Imagine your favorite character’s fingers going all through your hair while you’re being fucked into a mattress. Fingertips slowly go all along your scalp, carefully caressing the softest parts of your head.
‘I want to use an Apple of Eden to control the world, with a naked Desmond as my throne.’
Not quite the same edit as I had to recreate it, but I hope this is good enough ;^^
~ Signora Paola