It is a usual day. I’m writing a fanfiction – an explicit scene. And in order for me to have a better experience, Jacob is fucking me at the same time. To be precise, I fuck him, as we both are sitting in the chair. But, of course, later I forget about the fic and we completely concentrate on having crazy sex, disturbing our neighbors with our groans and squeaks of the bed. But will you care about that when you are with Jacob? I think not 😛
‘Altaïr is laying on the bed shirtless, with boxers on. He looks intrigued but a little startled when I enter the room and shut the door behind me. I quickly remove my shirt, pants and bra leaving me only in my thong with my breasts exposed and my nipples hard. I climb over him in the bed grind my cunt on his hard cock through his loose boxers. I feel myself begin to get soaked through while he blushes heavily and tries to hold back moans….’
‘Recently sex has been getting very dissatisfying for me because of how much I like pain during sex, especially the pain of a cock stretching me, and all my partners had average sized penises, and most of them refuse to hurt me – some even display affection that turns me off by kissing me and hugging me. So I imagine Jacob would be completely different and in tune with my turn-ons (since we established that’d he’d be the roughest out of all assassins). Thick, 9-10 inch long cock that he’d slam into me knowing full well how much it hurts me, revelling at the sight of my tears, but also knowing how I adore the feeling. And he’d talk dirty to me by chanting how much of a slut I am for his cock and that I’d suck off half of his Rooks if he told me to, and he’d be absolutely right.
‘As if his painful and degrading treatment wasn’t enough he’d also bite my neck, spank me hard, pull my hair and choke me while driving his length deep into me non-stop. I’d be absolutely addicted to his way of fucking. But knowing Jacob, I’m sure he’d also be very cocky about the fact that he’s the only man that can please me, so sometimes he’d tie me up and tease me with his voice, fingers, tongue, and even though I’m proud I can clearly imagine how I would literally cry begging him to fuck me and destroy me – which he’d probably film on his phone with a lazy smirk on his face before finally answering my plea. Now this is the kind of sex I need and I’ll probably write a haystack by channeling my dissatisfaction.’
This is problematic, my dear anon. If Jacob Frye requires nearly 100% of your attention daily, can you even imagine the trouble of trying to shut up his Pene™ voice?
Of course, there is one foolproof way to shut it up~
~ Signora Paola
Jacob stirred restlessly, shifting from one side to the other in his seat. “Yes, it is a VERY NICE DAY TODAY, DON’T YOU THINK?!” he wailed, practically shouting at the end of his statement. Whipping off his hat, he positioned it on top of his lap, and began loudly humming Beethoven’s 9th symphony.
“What’s wrong, Jacob?” she asked, confused by her lover’s erratic behaviour. She looked him up and down, from the thin layer of sweat on his brow to the pained expression he wore, and to the stiff way he was holding himself.
Breifly ceasing to hum, Jacob opened his mouth to announce that he was fine, but before he could utter a single syllable, a high-pitched squeak piped up from uner his hat. “Oh shit,” he muttered, frantically searching the sitting room for a pillow or cushion.
Curious, and concerned, she put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure it’s fine… whatever it is.” With her other hand she picked up Jacob’s top hat off his crotch and placed it on the arm of the sofa. Smiling at Jacob’s obvious erection within his pants, she kissed him on the lips.
When the kiss broke off, she undid his pants, and out popped Jacob’s pene. “It’s cold in here!” it shrilled, doing an upright dance. “Warm me up, sweetheart!” it directed this final statement at her, and she nearly fainted.
Holding on to the sofa, she took several deep breaths before looking at it again. It had a teensy tiny top hat. Jacob groaned, and turned red when he saw how intensely she was looking at his pene. She stroked it with her hand, and Jacob’s pene got even more excited. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. I get RESULTS, Big Guy, you should try it someday!”
THIS IS PERFECTION. THIS SHOULD WIN NUMEROUS AWARDS. THIS SHOULD BE PLACED IN JACOB FRYE’S BIOGRAPHY.
This is maybe a strange one, but you know me 😉 I was thinking about having a horseracing with Jacob. We bet that I can beat him. He laughs because of the idea, but takes part in it anyway. Although I didn’t expect that he would trick me by declaring one condition after we had bet. I don’t want to look like a coward so I agree to ride on his terms. And Frye says that I have to ride with the strap-on fixed on the saddle. I freak out, tho I know I have no choice. It is obvious that this toy was distracting me the whole time. After the racing was over, Jacob said to me, “You came second, don’t worry, love, it’s okay.” I laugh loudly. “No, my dear, I came first.”
‘I’m writing my thesis about Diversity in Video Games. So I was collecting information about Gender Diversity, and I found out that some Native Americans have a gender called “Two-Spirit”, which means there are two different souls of different genders within one person. Let’s get this straight: CONNOR’S soul is living in side my body; we live in a beautiful symbiosis and we are completely satisfied.’
‘I was masturbating last night, and I moaned Jacob’s name then Haytham’s…so I think I will receive a punishment by Haytham because I’m being a bad girl.’ screenshot source: [x]
‘First confession, oh boy! First, I have to admit, I love that Ezio is so ready to jump on any posts mentioning “pene”. And secondly, I would not mind jumping on *his* pene ;)’ screen shot sourse: [x]
“I bet Jacob’s mouth and tongue would feel delicious against my cunt. Warm and velvety. It drives me insane thinking about what that would feel like, his tongue lapping away whilst his fingers find that special spot that can make me squirt…”
