All I want is for Connor to whisper dirty things in his native language while he fucks me senseless…. oh my god.
Connor has never been adept at subtext and it’s text. So I’d like to imagine him like Cullen in DA:I; inviting me on a stroll to a lonely lake in the countryside. And I do not mind spelling it out after moments of staring into each other’s eyes ‘You, me, alone? Pretty lake?’ And he snickers in realisation. ‘Right…!’
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‘So is it a sin to have a huge poster of Connor hanging right in front of my bed. It gives me alot of “sweet dreams” ;)’
Don’t forget to ~venerate~ him just before you go to sleep ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘I’d love to show Connor the thrill of why spanking and dirty/praise kink is so arousing. His bum needs a good firm slap, that big boy.’
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It’s a funny thing; the way clothes can change a person. Connor was a man out of time, bigger than life, and he was quickly becoming more than just a fantasy. Now, she was starting to see him in her day to day. He was there, filling doorways, towering over crowds, sharp eyes focused on her unerringly…
Damn did he look good too; dark shirt stretched taut over his arms and chest, long hair in it’s natural state, braided and falling to one side when he was at rest.
But damn it all; it wasn’t in her waking moments that he caused her the most distraction- no. It was when she slept. When her nose caught the faint, ghostly scent of petrichor in the damp air of the woods that her mind concocted, when she ran breathlessly, in flight like prey… when a large body leaped and swung in pursuit and her small feet danced over every obstacle with ease… when Parkour became a strange, heady kind of foreplay before the capture.
The dreams were deep, and so vivid they were almost real. The roll of thunder above vibrating like the growl in his chest, the flash of lightning illuminating like the blue glow of his eyes in this feral state… the heat of his body pressing against hers as she wrapped around him. Accepting him.
Prey given to predator freely. Her heart pounding and blood boiling beneath the surface.
Fantasy. Dream. Desire… He was all of those things.
But she was one thing.
She was His.
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Today is my birthday (4th Jan). I would love if Connor spent the whole day with me in bed, cuddling, kissing, making passionately love and eating my birthday cake from each other’s body.
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We would like to greet you a very happy birthday! We hope you’ve had a great one!
‘I love Connor so much. To me there are 2 sides to him. My Precious Cinnamon Roll, who is sweet and loving and My Sweet Sinnamon Roll who loves when I want to get his *icing*. He especially likes when I’m on my knees sucking it from him.’
‘I’ve never been kissed before (I’ve never had a boyfriend before either) but it would be amazing to have my first kiss as a New Year’s kiss from Connor. I also wouldn’t mind if we just so happen to wake up in the morning, both naked and a bit sore.’
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‘I’d like to be out in the wilderness, with Connor, having set up camp in the snow, seeing in the new year by making tender love by the campfire. Then looking up at the beautiful night sky, seeing stars instead of fireworks.’
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