‘I love James Cook’s accent. Every time I hear him speaking, I want to hug that cutie ;-; And after a whole day spent cuddling and chilling, I’d love having passionate sex with him in the HMS Pembroke. He deserves so much love. ♥’
‘Crawford Starrick loves getting his hair pulled while he’s fucking me. I happily oblige.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
I want nothing more than for Arno to completely dominate me – his noble, gentlemanly countenance giving way to a more ruthless nature as he fucks me roughly on the floor, or pressed against the wall, or pushed into his bed. His thrusts are rapid and demanding; his voice is a low growl in my ear as he holds my throat in his hand, pulling me close. When he finally comes, he bites into my shoulder, leaving hot kiss marks all over my bare skin.
I sometimes don’t like doing my math problems for school and Jacob sees my struggle. Seeing me hunched over looking at my computer, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He says for every question I get right, he’ll kiss me; I have 30 questions to get done so that means 30 kisses. Challenge accepted.
I struggle a bit at first, but when I start getting answers right, he keeps his side of the promise, but goes the extra mile. With the kisses, he also leaves lingering touches everywhere on my body, and I do mean everywhere! By the time I’m finished with my homework, my shirt and bra is off and Jacob’s hands are down my pants and in my underwear, fingers in my clit and stroking it softly.
“You did so well, now its time for your reward.” he says sinfully in my ear.
The next thing I know, he’s taking me from behind. The only light in the room is from my laptop with the math program still open in the browser.
Once we are both spent, he lays me down on the bed, closes my laptop and pulls the covers the both of us.
Thanks to him, I can somehow tolerate doing the math homework and I can’t wait to work on it for the next day!
Confession [@thepandadrawer]
Motivation comes in all forms and I wholeheartedly approve 😏 Additionally, it’s been well-researched that exercise done after studying can improve one’s memory. And we don’t mean running either. We here at La Rosa in Fiore enjoy a kind of exercise that would surely set your blood, ehem, pumping ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘I’m a little sad that the fans have forgotten him but I’ll always have a special place in my heart (and loins) for Ezio. I’d pretend to be an innocent naive girl who turns the tables around and gives him the shock of his life when I seduce him such as giving him a little “nudge” with my bare foot underneath the table when he’s sitting across me, or placing one hand on his inner thigh when he’s sitting beside me. While we’re in public. I want to see the extent of his self-control ;)’
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As one of those anonymous Arno lovers I have to say in my deffense that I play Unity this year for the first time XD Also thank you so much for your hard work on this bordello, and cheers to the rest of adorians xDD
October 1, 2017
And in huge part because y’all keep sending Arno confessions and I was growing concerned that I would be reusing the same images over and over again. With my own footage, I can control things. The possibilities are endless.
~ Signora Paola, who did the same thing with Syndicate when she swore off the AC franchise all together (and got roped back in because of one very beguiling gang leader)
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//sees Signora Paola and Sister Teodora freaking out over the recent Arno confession spam — Hello wonderful keepers of the bordello, I am really sorry for the Arno confession spam! Please, please don’t feel pressured to work on all of them at once, and there’s no reason not to pace them out over a few months! I am a loyal patron of Rosa in Fiore, and am willing to wait as long as it takes to see them published. I appreciate the all work you are already doing for this fandom! <3
October 1, 2017
Every time we receive a ton of Arno confessions, I am always reminded of that very dark time in 2014 to mid 2015 where La Rosa in Fiore very nearly closed its doors because of inactivity. We were lucky when we received a confession in a week. We were posting one confession in a day and there would be days that we wouldn’t post anything at all.
I mention this because that timeline coincided with Unity’s release. Most of the mods back then (even yours truly) were burned out by the fandom and we just didn’t have the drive to keep the bordello up and running anymore. We weren’t getting confessions, the community engagement was reduced to nearly zero, so while I didn’t want to completely close down the bordello I really wanted to quit. The only thing that held me back was being recently appointed as the head moderator. It wouldn’t look good if I quitted less than a year after the appointment 😅 So, I held on, was absolutely flummoxed at huge spike of activity by the time Syndicate was released, but still told myself, “I’ll quit by January 2016.”
And yet… I’m still here. 🤣 (Pretty sure most of you know that story already)
So, seeing this huge spike of Arno love three years after the game was released is both baffling and heartening. He may not be my favourite, but I do – or rather – did feel sad that he was one of the least appreciated lead characters. I don’t mind making confessions for Arno, but it’s honestly just a little bit of an ordeal to queue them up and striking that balance. 😅 So, I appreciate that you are willing to wait for your confessions to show up because…. *looks at the bordello’s draft box with the other Arno confessions waiting to be queued* There’s quite a line 😆
😏,
~ Signora Paola
‘Altaïr has been tasked with delivering me, his Templar hostage, to Masyaf. We ride on horseback through empty countryside, with me at the front of the saddle. Feeling his chest pressed so close to my back, and his arm firmly around my waist arouses me; and I gently guide his hand to the heat between my legs. Sensing what I want him to do, Altaïr reaches beneath my clothes and fondles my breasts and pussy, and I’m moaning and writhing in delight, no longer feeling like I’m being held prisoner.’
I wonder what will happen to me if I were to find myself naked in the presence of three other naked men; Jacob Frye, Gladiolus Amicitia and Lucifer Morningstar.
My… My… Will my body be able to withstand three hungry and strong men? We’ll put it to the test, shall we?