‘I want nothing more than to be on Connor’s lap, with my legs between his hips. I would grind up against him as I tell him how much I want him.’
‘Can you imagine, after a long and passionate lovemaking session, you and Connor are trying to catch your breath while you’re lying half on top of him. You can feel his chest rise and feel and you stroke it, feeling the scars and ridges on it. You feel sated and loved in his arms.’
‘I get so excited at the idea of Connor’s hands (which would probably be calloused) all over my body. It sends shivers down my back just thinking about how they would feel on my skin. Likewise, my hands would be all over his back… his sexy back with all its curves and scars.’
‘What I wouldn’t give for sexual-veteran Ezio, perhaps Brotherhood version, to instruct naïve-virgin Ratonhnhaké:ton in the proper way to thoroughly please a lady, using me for a teaching tool slash visual aid. I would be MORE than happy to assist in this, ahem, ‘educational’ endeavor.’
‘Now that it’s winter I frequently think of Connor and me walking through a forest while it’s freezing cold and I can barely feel my fingers and legs anymore. However when we get home, he’d find his ways to warm me up… and you may be sure that his ways are not innocent at all 😉’
‘I love the thought of topping Connor; I imagine he’d look adorable pinned underneath a considerably smaller person <3′
‘I bet Connor is more well hung than a slab of preserved meat.’
I’d love to be double teamed by Connor and Aveline <3 Hot dayum.
‘I feel guilty so much! On the one hand, Connor is adorable and right, he would be so sweet and rough at the same time (if you know what I mean)… But on the other hand, Haytham… I fell on him from the start, with his little sarcastic comments, and… Damn he’s hot! Whenever I play, I imagine myself taking sandwiched between the two, especially with the moments where the’re riding (Connor, with his swinging arms… So many possibilities), and Haytham, with his shoulders!’
‘All I want in life is to see what Ratonhnhaké:ton looks like when he’s been utterly, blissfully fucked out and is now luxuriating, sweaty and sated, in a well-earned afterglow. I don’t even mind if that’s the end of that particular sexfest, because to see him happily relaxed after an orgasm or three would be the perfect way to end a night of lovemaking.’