‘Arno is such a bottom, like oh my gosh he probably fingers himself so often. I’m not into girls doing anal stuff to guys, but I’m certain that Elise had to have done it at some point. I know a twink when I see one.’
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about Jacob showing Arno how great male on male sex can be, exercising caution the first few times to ease him into it and gradually showing Arno his rough side.
‘I want Élise to get mad at me for always trying to take care of her and protect her, and punish me by tying me up and having her way with me. She would play with my clit torturously slowly, making me beg for release, until she aggressively finger fucks me, growling with lust.’
‘I am SO obsessed with Arno and Jacob. My perfect day would be when I come home and I see Jacob on the kitchen cooking and only using his apron and Arno in the middle of the bed with the sheets covering his butt and living at for imagination, oh crap I want they fuck me so bad!’
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Due to my lack of experience, and precisely because of it, I so deeply notice and crave that feeling of wet soreness, that gaping friction left in my pussy and its lips when a man’s dick has pounded in me. And I would so love it if my dear Arno could give that feeling to me like he did Élise ❤️
Confession by @clehjett
‘I wouldn’t mind being the filling in a Shay and Arno sandwich 😉’
Arno and I are playing strip chess. We’re down to only our underwear, and within a few more moves Arno has me at checkmate. I strip off the last of my clothes, and, naked, climb onto Arno’s lap. I let his hands roam where he wants, I let his mouth and tongue do what he wants. And as I’m straddling him, pulling down his breeches, he asks, “You let me win, didn’t you?” And I smile as I reply, “The Queen is the strongest piece on the board for a reason,” before I slip his long, hard length into me.
‘Dinnertime at Le Cafe Thearte. I’ve prepared Monsieur Dorian a fabulous meal, which he’s unfortunately distracted from because I’m feeding it to him, sitting in his lap, while wearing nothing but a pair of silk panties and a lace bra. Occasionally a bit of sauce would “accidentally” spill onto my cleavage and thighs, which I’d invite him to lick off me. Arno eventually has had enough of all this teasing and eventually carries me off to his room, where I’m treated to a feast of my own.’
‘I don’t know why and how but Arno’s Master Phantom hood makes me feel very shy and of course blushing mess. He can seduce me where ever he wants to. In my (or his?) bedroom or at a ball in Versailles. But let’s face it that listening The Music of the Night by Andrew Lloyd Webber is making my fantasy even better. What a night…’
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