‘After having sex with Ezio, I lay down in his arms, play his hairy chest with my little delicate fingers. He feels better 😌’
I think Ezio would look very sexy in silky black lingerie with matching thigh highs, all spread out in bed for me with rose petals, scented candles, and bottles of wine. He whispers to me, his voice low and purring, “Won’t you ravish me, amore mio?”
I would be a fool to refuse him 😏
Confession [@catpop12343]
‘I can’t get the idea out of my head that Desmond, Shaun, and Rebecca had a threesome at least once before Desmond sacrificed himself. I mean come on, you’re facing the end of the world with the two people you’ve been through hell with, and you all are probably attracted to each other to boot? The second William left for errands or a mission, the trio were all over each other. And maybe I’m a sap, but I’d like to think Desmond got a moment (or a few moments) of bliss before he saved the world.‘
‘Ezio is my eager manslut and I can’t wait to fuck him sideways every night.‘
Confession [@catpop12343]
‘Ezio can’t help but touch himself when he sucks my dick.‘
“Fuck me like it’s the end of the world.” is a challenge I issue to Desmond Miles. “You have no idea…” is all he says and then my fate is sealed.
In his hands, I am bent over, or riding his lap, or mounted up against the wall, clinging to him with need. It is passionate and primal. The only sounds I hear are the heavy moans and pleas for more, and skin slapping on skin. He takes me like he is needy and desperate to try it all.
There is a lull, and we are both sore and he seems sated. But there is a fire that always burns in me when it comes to Desmond.
“This isn’t all I wanted,” I speak low, my voice hoarse with overuse. I climb on top of him and ride him one more time while he lays below me.
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This time, I take my time and ride him slowly. I bend down so we are face-to-face; so I see nothing but his face, and he sees nothing but mine. In this position, I am full with adoration, my need to be embraced fulfilled. He holds me close and matches my slow pace, caressing my back. Our eyes don’t break contact. Our hands never stop caressing and stroking.
“I don’t want this to end,” are the first words Desmond whispers to me since we started our current round. I can feel his lips move as he speaks, and his breath tickles my own lips.
“It won’t.”
“You promise?” I hear something like desperation in his tone. A need for reassurance. I want to him give him all I have and all I will ever be even in this short time. I never want to let him go.
“I promise.”
After that, there is no space between us. We move together like we’re making love and it’s all we’ve ever known how to do. Even when it ends, I make sure it doesn’t.
‘I want to lick and finger Ezio‘s nipples until he cums, then I’ll do it again 😈’
I’ve been belly dancing for several years and have been performing for audiences almost as long. Sometimes when I practice at home with no one watching, I pretend that various Assassins have shown up to watch me dance. I’ve been working on a modern pop number, so I sometimes imagine I’m performing as a decoy so that Shaun and Desmond can complete a mission in Rome…but they almost are too distracted by me.
And, while in real life I can’t wait to change into sweatpants after a show (beaded bra and belt sets are not comfortable, if you’re curious), in this imaginary world I have no problem giving my handsome boys an encore afterwards. 😉
‘This is my 69th confession. To mark the occasion, I request marathon sex with my darling Ezio. I’m going to cover him in ice cream and chocolate sauce before licking it off, first his chest and nipples, then his abs, and finally his delectable pene. Then, I’m going to tie him up and blindfold him and tease him with my hands and lips until he’s a flushed, moaning mess, tugging at his restraints while begging for mercy, at which point I’ll suck his dick and cover his inner thighs with hickeys. I’ll untie him, and he’ll fuck me hard and deep until I can’t walk. Finally, we’ll finish off the evening with sixty-nine and some sweet, flirty aftercare.‘
‘I want to lick Ezio‘s scar, suck on his lips and kiss him deeply as I grind against his thigh.‘