Arno makes my pussy throb. – Axeman
I’d treat Ned to a lavish dinner aboard a train for his birthday, and as we ride through London we find ourselves looking at each other more than our food. We sneak out to the caboose just as the sun is setting over the Thames, kissing each other passionately until the sky is filled with glimmering stars. “What a great birthday present.” He whispers as he begins to undress me.
‘Sometimes, when I masturbate I fantasize about Jacob catching me in the act. But instead of stopping me so he could finish what I started, he’d start masturbating too. He’d sit in front of me, working on that beautifully erect dick with one hand while he’s staring at the way my fingers are moving inside my pussy. I’d soon beg him to put his dick inside me but he’d refuse. “You started it. *You* need to finish it,” he’d purr in response. When I finally come, it’s not even 3 seconds into my orgasm when he finally pushes his dick inside me, and he groans loudly when he feels my walls trembling and squeezing around him. He fucks me hard and fast then, almost brutal, because he’s a little annoyed that I’d masturbate on my own without waiting for him.’
executioner: Any last requests?
me: a sixty-nine with Desmond Miles
I want to f**k Lucy Thorne into oblivion.
You ever spend the day at the beach? You know that feeling when you’re going home, your skin is warm and tan from being in the sun all day, yet partly dry from the salt water? Along with your hair that’s curled, a bit matted, and wind swept? The smell of the sea is all over you, and you revel in the amount of tired you feel? I feel like this is what it’s like to have sex with Edward. And as you lay down in bed, warm, skin to skin, and exhausted, you drift to sleep with him – content, and loved.
‘I’m bent over the bed for Crawford, butt in the air and eyes looking back at him in anticipation of what was to come. I felt the cool strips of leather run over my tender skin before it came down with a hard and loud crack, making me cry oht in both pain and ecstacy. Over and over again, filling the room with my cries. When Crawford is both satisfied and ready to continue, he runs his rough hands gently over warm, red flesh before we passionately make love for the rest of the night.’
‘Imagine that Jacob likes to film you guys every time you try something new in your sex life. At first, you’re shy and nervous about the idea but eventually you come out of your shell and start to make eye contact with the camera and moan loudly, even getting more scandalous during it, knowing Jacob would get a kick out of it later when he watches it. ;)’
I like to imagine that Arno fucks the same way that he fights: graceful, forceful movements; all focused dexterity, and merciless, ruthless thrusts; his eyes dark and his brow furrowed, breath coming in low growls.
I would be more than happy to give Lucy Thorne a moment of pleasure whenever she wants it.
…. Anything for my ‘Templar goddess.’