‘Am I the only one who gets off on the idea of teaching Connor everything he wants to know about sex? During the scene where Faulkner is showing him how to shoot the Aquila’s guns, Faulkner says, “You are a fast learner!” to which Connor replies, “Provided something interests me.” Imagine having all that muscle, humility and intelligence concentrated solely on learning to make you come!’
A sextant is a navigational device that is used to navigate by the stars. A sex tent has Edward Kenway inside. Naked.
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‘I’m in a boring ball, resting in a balcony, trapped in a damn dress, when a couple of strong hands grabs my waist. “You look uncomfortable, m’lady,” says a husky voice next to my ear. “I can’t breathe, or move,” I answer. “So let’s get out of here; run away with me.” “You know? I gave my maid a day off, and now I need someone to help me with my corset. Are you interested?” Jacob smiles against my back and touches my breasts over the dress when nobody sees us. “For you, m’lady, certainly.”’
“Think of all sexual experience Jacob gained till he’s 41. The things he can do with his tongue and not only tongue… oh my”.
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“Recently I discovered my old nook and started reading all the smut stories I have on there. One in particular reminded me of Jacob. Just the one chapter where the little catholic girl goes and confesses her sins to “Father” Jacob on the other side of the confessional. Hearing all the dirty things she’s done and getting so turned on that he just can’t resist touching himself. Then afterwards, asked to his office and fucking each other senselessly”.

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I truly doubt I get to confess my sins to Father Jacob…
~Claudia
So is Mister–ehem–Father Jacob planning to compete against us for the place to go to confess one’s sins? Because I for one wouldn’t mind it.
~ Signora Paola
“Just look at Jacob’s fuckable body. I would lick anything from that torso and his tattoos. Slowly. Thoroughly. Passionately”.
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‘I would love to play strip poker with Jacob.’
‘Holding on for dear life while Jacob bangs me up a wall and feeling his beard and stubble brush repeatedly on my neck and hearing his moans.’
Read more at Secluded Haystack (Javascript-enabled; the page will prompt you a few questions important to the story)
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This drabble is partly inspired by this confession and the dirty polls. ;D
~ Signora Paola