“A mischievous and playful Evie is my favorite Evie. Imagine her beautiful laugh broken by gasps and kisses as casual teasing turns to effortless passion, her eyes brighter with amusement as you both seek out all the other’s most ticklish places with your lips and teeth”
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This drabble is partly inspired by this confession and the dirty polls. ;D
~ Signora Paola
“Imagine watching Arno, playing a few notes on the piano in Café Théâtre, while sitting next to him. Suddenly he is pulling you onto his lap, he teases you with sweet kisses, carresses your thighs, whispers with a rough voice:
“How about you sing for me now, mon cher?”
His grab gets tighter, as he grabs your buttcheeks, softly forcing you closer to his body. You place your hands on the piano, its making weird sounds, that make you laugh, but he silents your laughing with a French kiss.
Skin on skin, moans and screams – the Café might have closed for the day, but not for the night – especially not for you two.
‘I was re-watching Mr. & Mrs. Smith the other day. Imagine this: Jacob and yourself being married for 5 years without knowing each other’s secret identity as an Assassin (him) and Templar (you) until your next target was each other. The intense house battle from the movie would ensue. As in the movie, it would end with both of you aiming your guns at each other’s faces, but he just couldn’t shoot you. You couldn’t either. You end up having the best sex in your marriage. -//- The next day while feeding each other breakfast on top of your broken dinner table, Henry and Evie would arrive at your house, see all the ruined furniture, broken windows, the gaping holes in the wall, and go, “What the hell just happened?” Jacob would simply shrug, give them his most innocent look, and go, “Rough sex got out of hand.” (This post is also inspired by this confession)’
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For reference, here is the fight scene. The sex scene is here.
“I love the idea of Ratonhnhaké:ton hunting me in the woods. He stalks and watches my every move and when I least expect it, he attacks. He wraps his arms around me from behind and starts to undress me. His hands roam my body, claiming it for his pleasure. He pins me against a tree and fucks me with passion. I feel the bark hurting my back, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure I feel from his hard thrusts and his delicious mouth devouring the delicate skin of my breasts and neck. To die for really…”
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‘I never knew I could be loud until I started fantasizing about Jacob giving me oral. I think about him running his tongue along the inside of my thighs and teasing my outer lips, growling softly as I drip more and more on his mouth. I try to be considerate to him, resisting the urge to grab his head and push his face harder against me. I then cover my face, unwilling to show my expressions because it makes me feel vulnerable, but he quickly catches this. -//- He stops what he’s doing and says, “Don’t hide yourself from me” in a low almost threatening voice. He then grabs both of my hands and interlocks his own fingers around mine. The gesture is almost sweet if it weren’t for the tight grip he has on my hands. He continues his teasing and it’s only when I start pushing up against him that he starts to really dig in. He’s devouring me, over and over, unrelenting until I finally fall apart, gushing all over him, moaning so loudly I have to bury my face against a pillow.’
You asked for it, now they shall give it to you!
SINday Sunday will be a special day for the ladies of the Rosa in Fiore where they will take a break from taking your confessions and have them confess their own sins. Will the confessions be as torrid and dirty as your own? Come visit us this Sunday to find out! 😉
‘Lately I’ve been reading on D/s and specifically on the topic of subspace. I personally find it very hard to lose myself in a sexual setting that being in that state is so tantalizing to me. And every time I think about it I fantasize Jacob getting me there. He knows that I keep a tight control on everything so he would seek to undo every bolt that keeps me composed. It starts with him securing my hands and feet, making sure I can barely move. Then he blindfolds me, knowing that depriving me of sight and making me completely rely on his voice drives me crazy. He would then alternate between describing how I look like and growling in very explicit detail what he would do to me. In some fantasies, I lose all control because he would keep denying me release. On others it’s when he really shows his dominant side and manhandles me. But my favorite part of this fantasy is what happens after and how he would take care of me while I’m coming down. I would be sobbing from everything he just put me through and he would console me, hugging and kissing me, praising how good I was.’
‘I like to think Connor is an absolute beast in bed. If he fucks like he fights I would love to feel that unleashed upon me in all its force. Strong, heavy body crushing mine, the sensation of his cock moving inside and his moaning breath on my neck. I bet he’s a moaner. I love that.’
