Arno Victor Dorian

I love Arno’s hands. They do funny things to me. I imagine them all over my body, gently caressing my face, then my breast, my waist, my back, my thighs… I’m sure he’d be really precise and delicate and he would make me come just with his fingers 😏

Confession by @voca-princess

‘Arno insisted he’d find me a better way to study for my French class. One evening, he tells me he thinks he found a solution. Arno surprises me with a pair of panties and gestures me to put them on.He lays me down on our bed and whispers into my ear, “You’ll be rewarded for every one correct, ma chèri.”He begins asking me to translate words and before I know it I feel vibrating sensation between my legs. Arno only looks at me with a salacious smile while holding some form of button in his hands. I then realize he treated me with vibrating panties. After translating several words, I feel my climax about to go undone. Before I could even go undone, Arno stops and starts to take off my new panties and throws them to the side. “Now for your real reward for being so well behaved,” he whispers before positioning himself in between my legs. I approved of Arno’s new study strategy and that night became well remembered for the both of us.’

Confession [@arnosblxde]

‘It’s a long journey back to Versailles, and Arno & I find ways to occupy our time in our private carriage. I slip my hands down his lap, pausing to clutch at the stiffening length between his thighs. With a gratified moan, he unlaces his breeches, and I slip his stiffened cock between my lips, working it with my hands and my mouth. To return the favor, he slips his hands up my skirts, finding that hot wet crevice between my legs, and I’m glad the roar of the carriage wheels drowns out my moans.’

‘I am on my knees as Arno’s thick cock slips in and out of my mouth. As I work his manhood with my hands and lips and tongue, I take pleasure in listening to the sort of deep sighing moans that he makes, trembling with delight when I hear my name slip from his mouth. As he approaches his climax, he takes hold of the back of my head and thrusts furiously as I take his cock deep down my throat. And he finally comes, sighing in gratification as he spills his seed all over my face and breasts.’

‘After two months out on a mission, I heard Arno coming back at the café théâtre. I went downstairs to greet him, feeling my desire growing already. “Bonsoir Monsieur (Good evening Sir)” I welcomed teasingly. He answered with a deep and passionate kiss, making me moan. “Prend-moi (Take me)” I begged, panting. With a smirk, Arno shoved me against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Avec plaisir (With pleasure)” he said, before we fill the air with our sighs and moans.’

Confession [@voca-princess]

I was sleeping in his bed with him when I hear a quiet sniff. I’d looked to see Arno back to me and his body trembling. I knew about the loss he went through and the wounds were still there. I’d wrapped my arms around his chest and he calmed down. And he’d whispered “thank you” in French. When he’d rolled unto his back I moved my body to be united in whole with this beautifully broken man.