‘A naked Desmond plus whipped cream plus a bottle of Kahlua plus some silk scarves to bind his hands with equals a birthday treat for the both of us.’
‘“Happy Birthday, Desmond,” I purr as I approach him, appreciating the smirk on his face. “Thanks,” he says, “now would you mind taking off my blindfold and untying me?” I sit down in his lap and start to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I can hear his breathing start to get heavier as I straddle him, feeling his desire grow, but being unable to do much anything with his hands tied behind him. “That would ruin the surprise,” I whisper into his ear, and slip my hand into his briefs.’
‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’
‘I want to strip to “After Party” by Adore Delano for Jacob. Tie him up to a chair and tease him slowly, driving him crazy. I’ll dance in lazy circles around him with his favorite cane sword. I don’t let him touch me; letting his lust and heat build up inside. In the end I’ll be wearing nothing but his top hat and gold high heels. Only afterwards do I untie his hands and let him ravish his perfect little slut.’
(First Confession Off Anon, Whoo!) I’ve Been Having A Pretty Explicit Fantasy, About Edward Kenway Catching Me Flirting Some Man (Though It Was Only For His Attention~) So He Grabs Me By The Arm And Leads Me Off To His Captain’s Quarters. He Stripped Me Before Pushing Me Onto The Seat At His Desk. He Used My Shirt To Tie My Hands, And Tied His Ribbon Tightly On My Already Pulsing Member, No Ejaculation~, Then Began To Eat My Ass Until I Screamed ‘Daddy’ So Loud The Whole Crew Knew I Was His.
Confessed by @syn-xe
Whoa! Talking about shiverin’ me timbers! Great confession and congratulations on coming out of the anon to make a confession! 😀
As we are looking forward to more (off anon) confessions, just keep ‘em rollin’! 😀
Lots of Love, Annetta~ <3
‘Tying up Crawford so I can have my way with him is at the top of my fantasies. Imagine his beautiful face when I leave him on edge, begging for more~ ♡’
Confession [@catsorfries]
‘I would like to tease Haytham until he begs, then fuck him until he cries with pleasure. Ropes and a strapon are definitely involved – and why do I get the feeling that Ziio and Shay will want to help?’
Screencap credits [Haytham, Ziio, Shay]
‘After months of saving up I finally bought a Magic Wand. I wanted it for a long time so now that I have it all I need is to look at my favorite Jacob confessions here to get me started. So many material for my imagination to run wild but honestly, all I’m imagining right now is Jacob catching me while I’m using it but what does he do after? He doesn’t tell me to stop. He says, “When you’re done I want you to tie me up and use that on me.” I wonder how much he’d shake and shudder when I run this along his cock?’
‘I want Niccolo Machiavelli to fuck me dog style in the floor of his office, saying nasty and, maybe, pretty things in Italian. He looks like he could do love real cute with all his heart and could chain me and fuck like me an animal all night.’
For Shao Jun’s birthday, I want nothing more than for her to press her lithe, sensual body against mine, letting me leave hot red kiss marks all across her soft, milky skin … she’d use the red sash she wears to tie me up and blindfold me, and the thrilling sensation of her touch and her kisses would be a hundred times more exhilarating, with me bound and at her mercy. Oh Mistress Shao Jun, I am yours!