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Scott — My birthday (1)
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2025-08-02 08:38:35After crying her eyes out, she got up and headed towards the closet. She returned to me with a gift box.
"Happy birthday," she said, and I smiled from ear to ear, taking it from her.As I opened the box and pulled out a brand new camera, she went off about all the research she did to buy it for me."I know it's not a film camera like you prefer, but it's a similar model to your digital camera back home," she said, waiting for a response as I tinkered with my new toy.This was so fucking sweet. She knew what I wanted before I even did. Holding a camera after all this time was surreal."It's actually a better model," I told her, comforted by having a small piece of my old life returned to me.I slipped the strap of the camera around my neck and asked, "Will you be my model?"Then I picked her up and laid her down on the pillows."I'm naked," she said, blushing shyly like I hadn't seen it all."You
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His Mafia Princess 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Stacy — I want to go home
It was four months into being away from New York. We had finally found our new normal. We spent the last two months backpacking through Europe, living our lives like this had been our choice instead of us being forced to go on the run. I had never been happier. It felt like being on an extended honeymoon. There were still fights, but we talked like we used to now. Checked in with each other every day. When we did fight, it was about who took out the trash last and when he was going to load the fucking dishwasher. When the sightseeing and death defying shit like paragliding and zip lining got old, we joined clubs and took dance classes, where we made friends. We didn't let people in, so they weren't close friendships, but spending time with other people again took some of the pressure of being on the run off. Most of the time, it was still just us though, drinking in every bit of romance, culture and cuisine that Europe had to offer. From hot springs, to beautiful
His Mafia Princess Scott — My birthday (2)
We stumbled back into the bedroom kissing relentlessly, pulling each other's towels off at the foot of the bed. "You're drunk, Stace," I said, as much to her as myself as I got between her legs. "Let's just cuddle for a bit and go to sleep. It's been a long night. I'll fuck you all you want tomorrow." "Is it going to be like old times then? Are you going to put a pillow between us and pretend you don't have a hard dick?" she asked me, staring into my eyes with her playful ones as she played with my curls. "Didn't buy the pillow barrier for your protection thing, huh?" I said, thinking about the many times I had to put a pillow between us to sleep next to her when we were friends. "Not so much. The whole point of a barrier is no contact, but you always held me anyway. I loved being in your bed even though I had no business being there, so I didn't say anything. I wanted you to fuck me so badly though," she confessed, as I
His Mafia Princess Scott — My birthday (1)
After crying her eyes out, she got up and headed towards the closet. She returned to me with a gift box. "Happy birthday," she said, and I smiled from ear to ear, taking it from her. As I opened the box and pulled out a brand new camera, she went off about all the research she did to buy it for me. "I know it's not a film camera like you prefer, but it's a similar model to your digital camera back home," she said, waiting for a response as I tinkered with my new toy. This was so fucking sweet. She knew what I wanted before I even did. Holding a camera after all this time was surreal. "It's actually a better model," I told her, comforted by having a small piece of my old life returned to me.I slipped the strap of the camera around my neck and asked, "Will you be my model?" Then I picked her up and laid her down on the pillows. "I'm naked," she said, blushing shyly like I hadn't seen it all. "You
His Mafia Princess Scott — I'm here (2)
"He will find us. I don't know how to live without you. Please let me do this. I'd go mad if I ever hurt you or lost you," she said, forcing the words out through laboured breaths. In an attempt not to let my emotions get the better of me, I picked her up out of the chair and walked the halls of our new home until I reached our bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Still in a poor way, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me feverishly. I let her straddle me and we resumed making out, my hands planted firmly on the bed as a reminder to myself not to fuck her because she was wasted. When she finally pulled away, awaiting my answer, I rubbed her back, looked her in the eye and said, "You could never hurt or lose me, no matter what your father said or does." "Don Angelo won't stop until he's taken out of play," she said, a cold, resolute look in her eyes. When I didn't respond, caught off guard by the darkness in her eyes, she
His Mafia Princess Scott — I'm here (1)
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