Arno Victor Dorian

I have been down the path of depression again for the past two weeks… and now I am hitting the ground hard… All I desire is to be hold by Arno, him telling me that everything is going to be alright, that my fears have no reason to be… That he loves me… Then we would make soft abandoned love as he made my tears turn into smiles and my sobs into laughters. Maybe that at some point I would have the strength to go back out and see the light…

Confessed by @mercutio1789

‘I want to have steamy reunion sex with Arno Dorian… it’s been ages
since we’ve last seen enough other, being on opposite sides of the
country and each preoccupied with our own work. But when we finally
meet, sex-starved and painfully frustrated from yearning, it’s like we
cannot keep our hands off each other. We fuck furiously and in wild
abandon, shamelessly filling the air with our unsuppressed

moans,
finding sweet relief in each other’s bodies.’

[X]

I’m on my way into the Palace of Versailles for a party when Arno Dorian appears out of nowhere, pulling me to the side. He begs me to sneak him in, telling me that if I help him,he will make it worth my while. Charmed by him, I take him by the arm and successfully sneak him in. Once inside he vanishes. After awhile, he comes and finds me and leads me away from the party. He takes me into the Queen’s bedroom where he spends the rest of the party making me cum and making me cry out his name.

Confessed by @sassenach-on-the-rocks

‘Arno looks beautiful silhouetted against the light of the dying fire, as I lie beneath him on his bed. I stare up at him, taking in his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, his smooth, tanned skin. His dark hair is untied and hangs loosely down, framing his sculpted, gorgeous face. As he stares down at me, he smirks, his eyes darkening, and his gaze drifts down my body appreciatively. The desire in his eyes excites me. I slip out of my nightgown, ready to surrender to him completely.’

Mmm, a night with Arno sounds delightful. The sounds from the cafe drifting upstairs as we hastily devoid each other of cloths. Then it would be a night of generous teasing before he couldn’t take anymore. He’d wrap his arms around me, holding my body close as he sheathed himself deep within me. His breath mingling with mine as he whispered, “Je pourrais rester comme ça pour toujours.” As my nails racked his back, he’d smirk before pounding into fast and furious until we both collapse.

Translation: Je pourrais rester comme ça pour toujours (I could stay like this forever)  

Imagine making love to Arno in a bedroom with a mirrored ceiling – as he pumps into you, you are treated to the wonderful sight of his toned back muscles; those powerful arms and shoulders honed by years of parkour; his tight, firm buttocks; those thick thighs rolling with every deep thrust into you. You can’t take your eyes off his sculpted body and smooth skin, and you cling desperately to his strong, broad shoulders as he drives you closer and closer to your climax.