‘Me: I’m not that much into the daddy kink…
40yo!Jacob: *Exists*
Me: Oh please fuck me daddy!’
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Oh, I definitely agree, dearest anon. Never was too much of a fan. I’m still not. But I do make a very special exception for older Jacob ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘’Sometimes I like to imagine Haytham joining me in bed after a long day, the rain dripping from his coat and hat. That voice always gets me going. So sexy I can’t help but suck my daddy’s cock till it bursts.’
‘Me and Shay both have thanklessly stressful jobs that leave us mentally drained and touch-starved. Fortunately we have each other, he has a horny woman he can dom nonstop. And I have a muscular, Irish daddy who will dom me, and really he’ll be at my instruction during sex. Cause of our jobs we finally feel in control in our ways and both have the needed stress relievers of having someone to fuck, cuddle, and nap beside. Finals week is getting to me, but imagining that with Shay helps me a lot.’
‘It makes me sad that people say Shay looks worse in his Templar get-up. To me his new haircut emphasizes his jawline, his eyes, and the bits of facial hair but not too much facial hair. It might just be I have a thing for older men, yet how he upgraded from raggedy robes to a fine uniform makes me weak in the knees. He went from an “eh” to a man who’d seduce you with his eyes and say “you look great, but you’d look much better spread across my desk.” Oh god pls dom me Irish Templar daddy 🤤’
‘I want to call JTR Frye twins “mama” and “daddy” while I pleasure them. Perversely, perfectly filthy.’
‘Okay but Revelations!Ezio is the ultimate daddy imo and I will let him do unimaginable things to me. 🤤’
‘Now these are my kind of DILFs. I would do anything for these Daddies. I would be the sweet little angel they’d want in public and the naughty little devil they’d want in private. I would please these Daddies in any way I can. I’ll let Jacob have his way with me, I’ll be a tease to Ezio, and I’ll be a sweet heart to Arno. As the night begins to pass, I’ll let them do whatever they see fit to me. Whether it’s being punished by disobeying or spoiled by pleasing them, either way it’s something I’d beg to go through every single day with these men whom I love ever so much.’
Confession [@mysterous1412]
With how busy Haytham is, even on celebratory days, you had to set up his birthday present the early morning of. You were initially shy buying the toy but you knew he would at least have fun throughout the day playing with the remote controlled vibrator. He usually bought the toys, enjoying the myriad of ways to edge you multiple times for however long he liked.
Getting ready the next day, secretly glad for the half day at work, you slipped the toy inside your pussy. It was snug, meant to cup over your clit and simultaneously press against your G-spot. You left earlier than Haytham; the vain man still shaving away his morning scruff but showered. You had taken that opportunity to set up the vibrator via his smartphone and an alarm had been set for him to check his apps. The alarm was set to go off at least until you were an hour into work. You didn’t want to get into an accident because he turned it on too early. You both appreciated thoughtfulness and practicality.
An hour and a half into work, you felt a buzz but not from the toy. You glanced around, it was a slow day so you pulled out your phone and checked the message.
‘You smart little minx.’
You grinned, the fullness of the toy a distracting thing and making you ache for his teasing. Typing back, ‘Do your worst, Daddy.’ You could practically hear his inhale and see his pupils dilate, and it made you bite your lip. He could be unpredictable, keeping you on your toes in the bedroom. He certainly liked games, winning them more.
Haytham turned it up to its lowest setting, then the hum became erratic and fast after thirty minutes. You inhaled sharply and gripped the edge of your desk before propping your arm up to hide your red face. Warmth quickly settled into your hips and it was a horrible itch that the solidness of the toy couldn’t satisfy. For the rest of the morning and early afternoon, he alternated the intensity, high for five minutes and low for another five. He even kept it on high for an hour when you were trying to finish a small project from the other day. Then he left it off for another hour before it snapped to full intensity and you wanted to sob from sitting on the razor’s edge for so long.
Your phone lit up next to your arm. ‘Are you behaving?’
Oh, you wanted to moan so badly because you knew when you set up the game that you couldn’t touch yourself or cum. Even your fingers were tingling as you replied, ‘I’m behaving Daddy.’ Another buzz. You shuddered, mouth dry from his text. ‘That’s my good little whore. You’ll be crying for me when I get home, and what a treat that will be to see.’ Happy Birthday indeed.
Confession [@leisurelywasting]
For Shay’s birthday, I end up surprising my Templar lover by wearing red lingerie. I’m already dolled up and laying in Shay’s bed at Fort Arsenal. Once he steps in the room, he seems surprised but his expression soon turns into a devilish smile. I sit up on my knees and curl my finger, telling him to approach me. I begin to help him get out of his usual robes and later lay him down. My legs are sprawled over him as our lips are hooked together. I then kiss down towards his chest, to his happy trail and lastly to his shaft. I peered up at him, keeping eye contact until I left one last kiss on his head. My tongue swirled around his tip before I took most of his length. I grabbed his thighs and then place myself on top of him, letting him undo all of the bits n’ pieces of my lingerie set.
He began stroking my cunt with the pad of his index finger. “Do you want your present, daddy?,” I grunted. Shay nodded and whined, “oh yes I would.” I position myself over him, giving his throbbing erection what it deserved. It wasn’t long until the birthday boy got what he wished for. The sounds of our moans and sobs filled the sweat scented room as we dissolved into pleasure. We eventually curled up under the covers, embraced in each other’s arms.
Confession [@tayshipping]
