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Confession [@cavernofrandomness]
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For Shay Patrick’s Day, all I want is for Shay to make his own luck in my pot of gold. A lot of luck.
‘Sometimes, seeing pictures of Shay is all it takes to get me horny. He’s too fucking hot, like damn son, chill.’
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I’m onboard the Morrigan as a passenger, but Captain Cormac has discovered that I have no money for my passage, and takes me into the captain’s quarters to have a private word. I propose a different sort of payment entirely … one that has me naked and masturbating on the bed for Captain Cormac’s viewing pleasure as he watches on appreciatively. When he’s had enough, he takes me then and there, pushing me down into the pillows as he thrusts furiously into me.
I’m pretty sure I’ve liked just about every Shay confession posted, minus like 4 or 5. I can’t believe how lustful and longing I am for him. Ugh. It’s pathetic! But I love it.
‘I am not normally into threesomes but holy shit if Jacob were inside of me right now and Shay was just whispering dirty talk in my ear, I would lose it.’
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‘Haytham behind me kissing my neck and Shay kneeling in front of me. Haytham’s cock sliding through my squeezed together thighs into Shay’s mouth again and again, rubbing me in all the right ways.’
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‘Can ya’ll imagine what having sex with Edward, Jacob and Shay would be like? Let’s just say you’re gonna be dirty-talked British style until your panties practically tear themselves off of you. Prepare to be eaten out like your folds are the last alcoholic thing left in the world, we know how much our boys like their rum!’
‘Imagine Edward and Shay talking to you in their own respective native tongues in hushed tones whilst they drag their lips down the sides of your neck. You’re in between them. One of them whispers from behind, the other from your front. Switching their delicious words only to communicate with one another exactly what they want to do you. Before they gruffly whisper in Irish and Welsh again as they know how wet it gets you. “Shay, she’s already soaked.” “Aye, she’s about to be dripping.”’
‘Things Shay Cormac has said while making love to you: “Lass, you have no idea beautiful you are, so I’m going to show you.” “You like that?” “Does that feel good?” “Show me how to touch you.” “You taste like heaven.” “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Y/N.” “You want me inside you? You want to feel my cock?” “Fuck, you’re so wet.” “You’re perfect, absolutely perfect.” “Y/N, Y/N, oh my god.” “I think I’m gonna..fuck.”’
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