“If I was a Templar I would work really hard to raise in ranks just so I could work directly with Starrick. Crawford Starrick can fuck me any where, any way and any time he wants. I want him to just take me. We can use each other for relief”.
[X]
“I fantasize that Crawford Starrick would need a wife and he picks me randomly to save someone else picking for him. It’s a marriage of convenience for him, but I already love him. That is until I come to him one night, months into our marriage, bare naked and blushing, he blushes too and kisses me sweetly at first before he fucks me hard, biting my skin, over his desk until I’m screaming his name. Then he holds me after, soothing me through orgasm and admits he has fallen in love with me too”.
[X]
“Crawford Starrick is so attractive. I fantasize I am the lover of the Templar Grand Master, waiting for him to come home to me. When he does, he takes me hard and passionately against his piano that the instrument thunders out notes when I press my hands on them to keep myself steady as he fucks me so hard. I do love a bad boy”.
[X]
I imagine myself as Starrick’s wife. It’s a marriage of convenience – a business man of his stature cannot be without a wife at his age, and his line must continue. At first, he only treats me with cold civility. As time passes, he treats me with a warm affection, but he is still distant and removed, and considers me only of use for his public image. Except in the bedroom. It becomes very clear very quickly he intends to take me everywhere and anywhere, as roughly as he can, as often as he can.
‘I feel like if I ever went to bed with Starrick, guns and knives would be involved. And somehow that turns me on.’