‘Even though I was late for his birthday due to a mission, I made it up
to Connor by exposing all of me to him and make love to him, feeling his
dick inside me was not only a gift to him, but for me as well.’
[X]
‘I will be going to New York City the day after Connor’s birthday, so
what will the adventure bring? Making out on top of the Empire State
Building? A hot night of lovemaking in a hotel room looking over the
skyline and the city lights? This will certainly be a birthday present
and vacation to remember!’
[X] | Confessed by:
thatbellagaze
‘For Connor’s birthday, I want to lay in his bed in lingerie, handcuffed
to the bed. When he comes in the door to his house, he’ll see a rose
petal trail to his room, where I am. When he opens the door, he finds
me, smirks, and starts to take off his shirt. He then comes toward the
bed and rubs me through the lace underwear I have on for him. He then
leans down and whisper “I though you had forgotten my birthday, kitten”.’
[X]
‘For Connor’s birthday, I become be his prey. He gives me a head start
before he tries to hunt me down on the forest. It doesn’t take him long
to catch me and pins me down in the soft grass. He takes me right there
in the forest. Afterwards, we skinny dip in a nearby lake. I wrap my
arms around his waist and kiss him passionately before telling him,
“Happy birthday Ratonhnhaké:ton.”’
[X] | Confessed by:
thedorians
‘For Lydia’s birthday I’ve arranged a special surprise: an all-girl threesome including me, her, and Emily Kaldwin. And some vibrators, and maybe some handcuffs too.’
‘A naked Desmond plus whipped cream plus a bottle of Kahlua plus some silk scarves to bind his hands with equals a birthday treat for the both of us.’
‘“Happy Birthday, Desmond,” I purr as I approach him, appreciating the smirk on his face. “Thanks,” he says, “now would you mind taking off my blindfold and untying me?” I sit down in his lap and start to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I can hear his breathing start to get heavier as I straddle him, feeling his desire grow, but being unable to do much anything with his hands tied behind him. “That would ruin the surprise,” I whisper into his ear, and slip my hand into his briefs.’
‘For Desmond’s birthday, I taught him how to make an Arnold Palmer martini that I picked up in my travels. After we “tested” the drinks, Desmond starts kissing my neck, making me come undone from his touch. We striped and made love together. When we finished, I would whisper as I lean in to kiss him “Happy Birthday Des.”’
‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’
‘For Edward’s birthday, I’ll gladly do anything my captain asks of me, especially down on my knees between his legs.’