Currently, I’ve been playing the Last of Us now and I cant help but think Joel and Dead Kings: Arno are so alike. They both lost their family, out there fighting for redemption and giving me some serious “daddy kink” #beard #whythough
‘I want to fuck Arno like there’s no tomorrow.’
‘Arno lies in his bed, his gloriously naked body stretched out before me. His cock slips in and out of my mouth, and I watch him as his breathing gets harder, and his moans get louder as he approaches his peak. Watching him in the heights of pleasure only increases my lust for him; and when finally his cries out, his seed pumping out of his trembling organ onto my face and fingers, I can feel the aching between my legs begging to be soothed.’
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Just saw a coat in a catalog which reminded me of Arno’s outfit. And now all I can think of is yanking him close from the labels of his jacket and ever so slowly opening every single button one at the time revealing that sculped chest of his. I could feel his burning gaze on me the whole time and I could tell he has hard time holding himself back. Oh, I’m sure I will soon find myself from under him while he makes slow and deep love to me.
The glances between us are charged with silent desire; but as we sweep across the dancefloor at another grand party at le Château de Versailles, Arno leans in to whisper, “Not now, cherie. Wait for the fireworks.” By the time the dances are finished and the candles are dimmed, my body is almost screaming from wanting him; and as the partygoers gather in the garden, Arno has me anchored to the bed in an empty room, pounding into me, our cries of delight drowned out by the thundering fireworks.
‘I want to be completely at the mercy of Arno Dorian; I want to be overwhelmed by him, feeling him pulse inside me as ride his thick cock in desperate abandon. I want those beautiful lips to rain kisses on my bare skin; I want him to bring me to the heights of pleasure until I’m screaming, clinging to his broad shoulders as I lose myself in peaks of white hot pleasure.’
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In my opinion, Jacob and Arno have the sexiest voices and I would love for the two of them to whisper sweet nothings in my ear as they had their way with me…
‘I’d like to organize a challenge for Misters Dorian, Frye and Kenway. A little game of “Catch me if you can” with the City of London as our playing field. First one to capture me gets first dibs. :)’
Confession [@sassenach-on-the-rocks]
Imagine being in a love triangle with Jacob Frye and Arno Dorian; both of them competing to win your affections and not willing to lose. Arno tempts you with sweet whispers and soft kisses, caressing you until your skin is tingling and your hunger for him has reached its peak … and Jacob murmuring in that low, velvety voice of his as he pulls you closer by the waist, his lips barely brushing yours as he slowly undoes the buttons of your shirt … now, which handsome gentleman do you choose? 😉
“We have to be discreet, cherie,” Arno whispers, and I nod as I gather up my skirts and he undoes his breeches. I am already wet and ready for him as he enters me, and I try not to let out such a loud sigh of pleasure as his slow, languid thrusts gain in intensity. Arno raises a finger to his lips; but I cannot help myself, and he stifles my moans beneath one hand as he supports me with the other. Outside the confessional booth, worshipers pass ignorant of what’s behind the curtain.