25 April: cafe breakfast at Le Bon in Tiranë, Albania
breakfast in Albania was a bit unusual, because all the cafes and breakfast-type restaurants we could find simply had pastries (obviously) and... deli sandwiches? I love a deli sammich, so no complaints there, I just couldn't tell if that was like the normal breakfast for Albanians, or if that's just what cafes serve regardless. I also rarely saw locals eating more than coffee and maybe a croissant when my friend and I went out for breakfast. a little cultural difference I didn't expect, and while I definitely enjoyed Albania, I was glad to enjoy a hearty breakfast when we got back to the UK.
Le Bon-specific thoughts: the interior setup reminded me a lot of the Oakmont Bakery in my hometown! with the café counter, and separate pastries/bakery counter, with soooo many sweet treats on display. and the pastries and sweets were delicious! I really liked their macarons, which were very large and flavourful.
Le Bon was about halfway between our AirBnB and the city center in Tirana, so we went there a couple times in the 4 days of our trip. Albanian fare in general is very Italian, and I have to say the best cappuccinos I've had outside of Italy were these ones in Albania. idk what Italians and Europeans in general do to their cappuccinos, but I've never felt the need to add sugar to cappuccinos and lattes I've had outside of the States. which is good, because the pain au chocolats that I like to get with my coffees certainly make up for the lack of sugar content in my beverage ;)
10/10, would absolutely go to Le Bon again if I ever return to Tirana
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What about simon punishing you for being a brat by ruining your precious sleep and fucking you awake? :3
(i love your writing and can’t get enough of it !! )
(thank you, i'm glad you're enjoying my work :3)
tw: noncon, somnophillia, brat taming
you'd been misbehaving, ignoring him and being ignorant to his demands and orders. you'd left him with a hard boner, calling him ‘perverse’ for trying to grind up against you, and spitting at him for complaining about your stupid, rude behaviour.
you were awoken when you felt the impact of his broad, thick hips against your tight ass, rocking into your slicken folds, filling and stuffing your dripping cunt with his huge, veiny shaft while you whimper sleepily, dizzy and lightheaded, numb between your thighs. you begin squirming and wriggling as he pumps his fat, wet cock into your tight hole.
“quit movin’, this’ is your punishment, baby.” he grumbles hoarsely, spanking your tight ass painfully and harshly, causing your eyes to widen with shock, finally awake and aware. you cried softly into your pillow, unable to stimulate your clit because simon was holding your wrists behind your back, being cruel with his punishment as he finally got that desired release...
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Yasmin Le Bon by Arthur Elgort for Vogue Paris, March 1988
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threesome action with shy, quiet female reader, ghost and soap? 😫💦🤪
you're so quiet, so meek and shy when you're around your two teammates, you assume they don't know about your dirty, fucked up and twisted fantasies. how you'd love for them to ruin and brutalise your body...
or at least you think they don't know.
you're so unaware, so vulnerable, and so, so stupid to think they wouldn't know. you don't know how they've planted cameras all around your office and barracks, catching you fingering yourself whilst moaning their names softly through breathless moans.
simon is cautious, he doesn't want to get caught fucking his teammate. meanwhile soap is playful and adventurous, he's more excited and infatuated with the idea of ruining your body, to fulfill your depraved desires... it takes some convincing, but soon enough, simon is taking part in johnny's plan.
your back bare and sweaty with ropes of cum spurted up your back. johnny's large and calloused hands grip your tight ass firmly, fat and flesh spilling from his fingers, with his veiny dick stuffed into your tight, slick cunt. simon grips your jaw, keeping it slack and open as he continues to throat fuck you, demanding for you to tell them what a slag you are — how gross you are. he wants to hear his shy, little teammate cry softly, telling him how much of a slut she is.
your cunt tightens around johnny's shaft, breathing heavily like a dog and crying out when simon eases back down your sore throat, demanding answers from you. “go on, tell us what a slag y’are...” he pushes further down your throat, listening to your muffled cries and gags as he pinches your nostrils, attempting to force it out of you.
you slap his thigh to push him away from your mouth, tears staining your cheeks. you hiccup a soft whimper as johnny fucks harder into you, the sound of his laboured breathing audible.
“..‘m jus’ a slut for you’s...” you whine, sulking and looking up at simon as johnny drags your orgasm out of you. your eyelids heavy from exhaustion and lust as you latch onto johnny's dick, your walls spamming around his girth as you squirt, cumming down his cock. simon strokes his thick dick, the head of his girth drooling before he spurts his hot release all over your face, slapping your cheek harshly and painfully before sliding down your throat again. :(
too bad you're just a shy, little thing obeying your superiors. :((
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