‘I’d like to be Connor’s birthday gift. Any way he wants it. He can have it.’
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‘For his birthday I just want to worship Connor, spending practically all day in bed. It would start with me giving him a nice and sensual massage, to relax his sore muscles, until he can’t take my teasing anymore. While being overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s giving me, I’d praise him non-stop, telling him how much handsome he is, how much I need him inside me, and his native name would become my mantra. He deserves to be spoiled, especially on his birthday.’
Confession [@theallblue]
‘Since Ratonhnhaké:ton was a man of simple pleasures, I decided to just make him an extra nice dinner, with a cake to follow, and certainly something fantastic after. As I mix the whipped cream, trying not to think too much about where else I could put it, I hear Connor come into the room. He sets his chin on my shoulder, “Everything smells wonderful,” he whispers. I feel his arm reach around my waist and out of the corner of my eye see him stick a finger in my bowl. Connor steps away quickly at my squeek of annoyance and licks his finger clean slower than is strictly necessary. I bop him on the nose with my spoon, “No more of that.” I can’t help but giggle at how ridiculous he looks with the cream on his face and a little grin, so I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his nose. He hums, “Now you’ve got it on your face,” then leans forward to kiss me, slowly at first, but it’s not long before it becomes passionate with me lying on the table. We both got dessert early that evening, and none of that whipped cream goes on the cake.’
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(This is the continuation of my birthday confession.)
“Where are we going?” Connor asks quietly, grasping my hand ‘cause he’s been blindfolded. “You’ll see,” I smile to myself, leading him through the woods. “I hope you’re not going to kill me at my birthday,” I hear him chuckle. I keep silent for a while. “Here, we’ve arrived.” I take the blindfold away. “Do you like the view?”
“I didn’t expect you taking me to the pond, dove. But it’s a beautiful place. Although I’m not sure what are we doing here exactly?”
“Do you see that big tree branch above the pond? I want to make love to you there,” I giggle, pleased with his shocked facial expression. “Seriously? Don’t you think it’s a little extreme?”
“No, I don’t. I think it can be very promising. You are an assassin after all, so let’s go.” He follows me obediently. “I never would’ve guessed that my second time would be on the tree. You always know how to surprise me,” he says as we climb up.
We don’t waste time any longer, throwing all of our clothes as far as possible, and I lie on the branch, trying to adjust while Connor’s preparing to enter me. When he does with one swift thrust I yelp, holding onto him. “Oh my… how can you be so wet already?”
I gaze at him lustfully, “With you by my side… it’s easy enough.” I begin to moan, feeling myself so horny for this man. “Ah, Connor, be careful, if you keep moving like that, we…” I don’t have time to finish my sentence because of the tree branch that breaks, which leads us to fall right into the pond. I can’t stop laughing when I have a chance to breathe, “Well, I didn’t want it to end like this, but we need to get to the shore… oh, fuck!” I scream as Connor grabs my waist and impales me on his throbbing cock again before I can protest. Like I would have… “We don’t have time for that! I want you… I want to unwrap my wonderful present right here and now,” he growls into my lips, making me groan and hug him by the neck. Water is splashing all over us while we are fucking in some animalistic kind of way. “Come with me, my little dove,” assassin whispers, almost begs and I comply, digging my nails in his back. My walls clench around his dick, helping him find his release deep inside me.
“I believe you’ll remember this day for a long time.”
“I bet,” Connor smiles softly, kissing my chin. “It was something worth remembering. I don’t even know what can beat this.”
“Oh, don’t underestimate me,” I warn him humorously.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he laughs, looking at me amused.
Confession [@madamretto]
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‘For Connors birthday I would wear a red lace corset and a sexy panties, and a pair of stocking, and I wait for him in his bed. I will fullfill his every wishes. Happy birthday Ratonhnhaké:ton! 😉’
Confession [@kittitt]
‘It’s his birthday and I’ve prepared a modest feast at the Homestead. But Connor has not returned. When finally he does, he appears in the doorway soaked in snow and half in blood. At first I worry and rush to him but he assures me he’s alright, taking my warm hand in his big chilled ones. I help him peel off his layers, my favourite part of the day; watching the clothes fall off his bronze skin, smooth but feathered with scars. I always run my hands over them and caress his chest and shoulders. I sometimes tease him with a thumb over his nipples, and he shivers but not from the cold. At some point when it reaches his hip, he rises and then starts to kiss me, and it’s my turn to be touched and stripped. We lose ourselves by the big fire, my nipples hard and on his rocky abs. His erection begins to poke through the thin clothes left on him and I grab hold of it with my thighs. At which point he can’t stand my teasing. And today, he can’t even make it to the bedroom upstairs but begins to take me on the desk. Books scattered and stationery on the floor along with our clothes. The head of his cock expands my entrance and hits the point of ecstasy. I’m screaming his name: “Connor! Connor! Ahhh!” All through the night in various surfaces. And I’m never cold in his embrace. His strong thick arms and back always protecting me. I love him, and he whispers it to me, and at the end of this night, I remember to whisper, ‘Happy Birthday, Ratonhnhaké:ton…’’
Confession [@clehjett]
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‘In an alternate universe, Connor is busy attending business meetings in his family’s company. Especially in April 4th, his birthday. But when he comes home, I greet him naked, converse with a very transparent baby doll over me. Needless to say what comes next.’
Confession [@vickapinto]
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‘For Connor’s birthday, I would gladly give my virginity to him as he gives me his. He’ll make our time together as long as possible so it would seem like an love-making marathon to make sure I am as satisfied as humanly possible. And he’ll even try to make me come more than once, because I’m pretty sure he can~’
Confession [@nerdiebeauty]
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‘When the weather gets warmer, I’d love to take Connor out by the frontier and go sailing with him. The two of us, alone, on a comfortable boat, making love under the stars… That sounds like a wonderful birthday gift for him 🙂’
Confession [@thesugarbandit]
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‘Connor would growl huskily as he pushes my face harshly, forcing me to take all of him inside my warm mouth. I’m blindfolded, and my hands are tied behind my back as I give him The Most Mindblowing (pun intended) Orgasm. Then he’d drag me to him and thrust into me, stroking my own aching cock in time with his thrusts. Happy Birthday, Ratonhnhaké:ton~’
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