‘Connor Kenway is not a want, Connor Kenway is a need.’
“I had this dream about Connor hanging out with me and one of my friends, we were all watching this movie. It was dark out and my friend was tired so she went to bed down the hallway. He was on the other couch laying down watching as well, so I thought to myself “This is my chance, don’t be a little bitch!” and I got up and did my best sexy walk over to him. He was already smiling as he laid there and I said something and next thing I knew we were making out on the couch, his body on mine and his hands intertwined with mine, I took off my bra and lifted up my sweater, his tongue making circles around my nipples. I moaned quietly trying not to wake up my friend. I wrapped my legs around him and started to move my hips to rub my clit on him, he smiled at me and he began to do these slow thrusts (both of us were fully clothed from the waist down). He pinched my nipples and I responded with my face in his neck trying to give him a hickey. He slowly reached down there, then I woke up (pissed)”.
[X]
‘I want Connor to practice his rope-tying skills on me.’
“Connor walking around trying to find his robes, realizing you’re awake and gives you the slyest smile as he makes his way towards you, teasing you, slowly lowering the sheet until neither of you can take it anymore. Needless to say he missed his missions for that day”.
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Confession [x]
“To help me through the day I just imagine Connor being a complete sub for me, getting to completely dominate him. It just gets me going.”
‘I would love to be sandwiched between Connor Kenway and Jacob Frye. The rounds of sex will be known as The Revolutionary Sex war… and I am America.’
‘Jacob is taking a bath, I’m in the bed reading a book and then he opens the door and stands there looking at me. He crosses his arms, raises an eyebrow and says, “M’lady, is it not too late for reading books? Forget about that.” I see him, my gaze drops and roams his abs. Then I blush and he laughs. Next we have hard sex from behind and we finished with me screaming his name.’
Signore Paul Amos has read this confession and you can hear him here.
