‘Since it’s almost Connor’s birthday I want him to find me wrapped in ribbon and laying on his bed.’
Confession [@alsoomsekenway]
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‘For Connor’s birthday, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me, or have me do anything to him. He chose to have me give him a relaxing massage, then finish off by giving him a blowjob. He came with a scream, then after cleaning up, we snuggled together.’
Confession [@estel619]
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‘For Connor’s birthday, I would invite him to my house at the Homestead for a nice home cooked dinner, then for dessert, I would lay on the bed, some birthday cake covering a very warm and aroused part of my body. I will gladly have a taste of him afterwards.’
Confession [@thatbellagaze]
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‘Since Connor’s birthday is coming up. I wanted to do something special. When he comes home from hunting he finds me wearing a collar and calling him daddy.’
I didn’t know it was Edward’s birthday until a few days after when he mentions it in passing. I scoff in mild irritation and say, “Well, better a late present than none at all,” and take his hand, pulling him to his cabin. I push him down on the bed “Stay,” I instruct, preparing to slowly strip for him. “You know I don’t listen well, love,” he says, sitting up. He makes a halfhearted attempt to struggle as I yank off his shirt, shove him back down, and tie his hands above his head with his belt. I remove my clothes, slowly, sensually, before I crawl onto the bed and kneel over him, hovering just above his erection. He keeps still, but I can see in his eyes how badly he wants me.
The feeling is mutual, but I have more plans before I’ll allow him to have me. I lean forward, still not touching him where we both want to be touched, and trace a finger lightly over one of his chest tattoos. “What does this mean?” I purr. As he begins the story, his voice strained and nearly a growl, I lean farther over him and kiss it, then lick. He barely gets one minute into the tale I wasn’t even listening to before yanking his hands free of the belt. He rips off his pants and I don’t put up a fight as he fucks me mercilessly. After a long night involving many orgasms for both of us he tells me that was the best birthday he’s ever had. Smiling with satisfaction, I climb on top of him for at least one more round.
I want to be Mario’s favorite courtesan, he seems like a man who would take the satisfaction of his woman, whoever she is, very seriously. On his birthday (with help from Giovanni) Mario would conveniently see me out on the streets all day and fuck me against the walls of alley ways until I brought him back to the bordello. There, I’d give him a full massage followed by more sex, all free of charge; if the Madonna would allow it.
For Des’ birthday, I’d lake to take him to a dancing club. We’d be out all night, dancing and kissing on the dance floor before heading home, leaning into each other in a giggling mess and having slow semi-drunk passionate couple sex – with pauses for hugging and nuzzling before resuming our… *coughs* activities. I’m sure I’d have lots of fun in a night out with our birthday boy 😏
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Desmond wouldn’t be home until a few days after his actual birthday, which gave me plenty of time to prepare his late present. I wrote him a bunch of notes, some of them sweet, some silly, and some exceptionally dirty; all the things I loved about him. I left them on the floor in a trail to the bedroom with rose petals, and taped a few to the walls as well. Then I wait for him, sprawled on the bed in my newly purchased lingerie. I’m already damp from anticipation by the time he opens the bedroom door; he’s obviously excited as well. I pat the edge of the bed and he sits obediently, looking like a man who hasn’t eaten since his actual birthday. I stand and very slowly remove his clothes, touching him as much as possible, then kneel before him. I run my fingers along the length of his cock before doing the same with my tongue. I suck him as he nearly growls, gripping my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other. After he cums with a groan I say, “Happy birthday, my love. Now what else would you like?” he pulls me to my feet and removes my top, then my very wet panties. He lifts me in his strong arms and whispers, “More of you,” before laying me on the bed and beginning the slow process of biting almost every inch of my body.
For Desmond’s birthday, I’d let him have his way. Whether it be rough and hard or gentle and soft. It’s Desmond’s day so everything is Desmond’s way 😉
I’d love to run my tongue over Desmond’s lips while he’s buried deep inside me, desperately trying to thrust up, but I’ve pinned him down and will only move at my own pace. However… since it is his birthday, I can’t tease him for so long. I’d give him what he wants and enjoy myself just as much as he enjoys himself.