‘I know Shay and Arno hate each other, but I’d looove to have a threesome with them. Their disdain for each other would drive them to compete to see who could make me cum the hardest. The feeling of being pinned between them if definitely something I could get used to.’
Confession [@thehalodiaries]
Screencap credit [Shay, Arno]
Nothing teases more than Arno whipering to me in his silvery voice on how good he’s going to make me feel and how hard he’s going to do so 😉
‘God I couldn’t concentrate on the game I was playing because all I could imagine was Arno’s head between my legs, looking up at me and begging for attention while Ezio was behind me, sucking and biting at my neck. (Maybe if I feel inspired I’ll write a little one shot of this scenario 😉 This is also my first submission so I’m a little nervous)’
We hope that by seeing your first confession you’ll be inspired to send us more in the future. Both Arno and Ezio are waiting for it~
‘I want Arno to press me against the wall in some discreet little street alcove in Paris, lacing his gloved fingers in mine as he pins my arms behind me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he roughly pounds into me, each of his deep thrusts driving me closer to my peak. I try to stifle my cries as I tremble in orgasm; and Arno muffles them with a kiss. The busy Parisians strolling by are completely oblivious to this scene of passion not a few feet away from them.’
Arno touching me all over my body with his gloved hands? Oh, yes.
‘Just looking at Arno’s beautiful face makes me think all sorts of sinful thoughts. Those sensual, perfect lips and those dark, brooding eyes coupled with the velvety tones of his voice drive me wild. I imagine he and I together in some dark little alcove in Paris, him murmuring to me to stay discreet, as his hands wander up my skirt and I muffle my cries of delight against his neck.’
I want to frot with Arno
I want to take Arno’s lips upon mine as his manhood grows hard for me. Since we were both naked, I trapped his manhood with my hand rubbing it causing him to moan with pleasure. I said to him as I traced his face “I want to show you that even broken things are beautiful. Even if it’ll take us all night.” He kissed me and entered into my temple. We made passionate love there on the bed. As I orgasmed, I he and I moaned as if the broken pieces we’re being welded together again as one.
‘With this horrible depression and bad situation going on with my life right now, all I want is for Arno Dorian to show me passionate and expressive love like no other. Just to have his arms around me and his kisses just before he shows me how much he loves me by making one-of-a-kind love to me. That’s a dream come true.’
‘Arno knows exactly the sort of effect he has on me; how his smirks and smiles have a way of turning me into a hot blushing mess. As he presses himself against me, I try not to arch my back or let my whimpers escape my lips. “Are you uncomfortable, cherie?” he teases in his infuriatingly gorgeous voice. I stutter out an unconvincing denial. But he slips his hands up my skirts, rubbing the wetness between my legs, and I stifle my moans as my juices drip down my thighs. “Down here says otherwise.”’