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Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 11, 2016

‘I played my music player on shuffle and it started playing “If” by Janet Jackson. I haven’t heard it in a while so when I listened to the lyrics closely it struck me how every thing she sang was exactly how I felt about Jacob. “How many nights I’ve laid in bed excited over you? I’ve closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways.” Any Jacob fan would understand this 😉 And when I remembered its music video,  I started fantasising that I was an entertainer in a private club and I was getting distracted by Jacob who couldn’t take his eyes off me.’

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 11, 2016

“Regarding the Connor’s shoulders post… I quite agree and would very much like to see my ankles resting on said shoulders :3″

Ayyy, anonimo… I know you sent this to confess yourself, but I feel this is directed to me and my desire for this man. Bless you, anonimo!
~Claudia

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 9, 2016

I’m an artist though it’s been a while since I drew someone from life. I want to recreate the scene in Titanic where Rose poses for Jack only wearing her necklace. In my fantasy, I’d offer to draw Evie as my birthday gift to her. She surprises me when she says, “I’ll let you draw me wearing the precursor necklace… and only the necklace.” I’m about halfway through her portrait when she stands up and stalks towards my direction. “How about you draw me after you… please me? It is my birthday after all.” After I give her the best oral imaginable I happily draw her body glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile upon her lips.

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 9, 2016

‘After hearing this beautiful sound (Jacob/Vex moan by MissFrye on Soundcloud), I can imagine myself giving a nice blowjob to Jacob for his birthday. After I wake up before him, I disappear under the sheets and I start to stroke and lick his member. I feel his hand grabbing my hair. He is waking up, a soft moan escaping his lips. “What are you doing, love?” “Happy birthday Mister Frye,” I respond teasingly before taking his whole cock in my mouth, making Jacob arch his back with a groan of pleasure.’

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 8, 2016

I just masturbated and came HARD thinking about Arno. He’d be the sweetest lover, making sure I was comfortable and enjoying everything and getting me off first before letting himself go. He’d make the hottest sounds, and I can imagine him kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobe, moaning softly, periodically sighing “fuck” into my ear as he thrusts into me. I’d intertwine my legs with his to make sure he’s as deep and close to me ass possible.

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Confessions, Crossovers, Paola's Choice

November 4, 2016

I’m playing a female warlock in World of Warcraft and I just got a succubus as one of my demon summons. What I’d give to have an incubus instead… and I imagine the incubus to be Jacob (thanks to a previous confession). Like the succubus he’d use seduction to distract our enemies so that I could cast my most powerful spells. Unlike the succubus, however, he wouldn’t use his body to seduce. Instead, he’d use his voice. All our enemies – be they male, female, beasts and even other demons – would fall under the spell of his sinful voice. However, there would be times that even I’d get distracted. At first I’d think he was doing it on purpose and he was actually trying to get me killed, but I’d soon realise that he didn’t mean it because he’d look very distressed.

“I’d never want to kill you, mistress,” Jacob said in an almost reverent whisper as he healed the little gash I had on my arm. “When you summoned me to your world you made me whole. You made me taste what true freedom is.” He smiled at me, showing off his sharp fangs. “I don’t want to go back to my world now that I’ve seen what I can do here.”

“What do you mean?” I asked with difficulty. It was getting more difficult to form a coherent thought when every single word that came out of his luscious mouth felt like the most sensual caress on my skin.

He fondled my healed skin lightly. The smile on his face turned wider and he leaned forward, hovering his lips over my ear. “I’ve always wanted to partake in carnal pleasures rather than just cause them. And now that I’m in your world I can do that… and more,” he purred.

“Please,” I moaned, taking his hand and pushing it towards my aching sex.

Jacob would fuck me numerous times that night… and the nights after, showing the full extent of his demonic stamina. After every fuck I’d feel completely fatigued, but he’d tell me to use my spell to take energy from him. We’d do this so many times that eventually our life forces would be linked forever, and even when I’d gain enough experience to summon more powerful demons I wouldn’t. I couldn’t handle the thought of having a “pet” other than Jacob.

Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 4, 2016

Arno is parkouring over the rooftops of Paris, on his way to a mission when he decides to take a shortcut through an open apartment window. It’s my bedroom window, and I’m sprawled out on the bed, naked and masturbating. Arno takes one look at me; He doesn’t say a word, but as he strides towards me I can see the bulge in his pants, the outline of his erect sex against the tightness of his breeches. Without even bothering to take off his hood, he unhooks his pants, and takes me there and then; I moan in gratification as he straddles me and thrusts into my already-wet sex, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand and fondling my breast with the other.

He roughly rides me to climax, cupping his gloved hand over my mouth when my moans become too loud. He does not stop until I’ve orgasmed twice; and just as I’m about to beg for mercy he finally releases his seed inside me, hot and pulsating and full. I’m a sweating, panting mess but he’s only slightly breathless. And with barely an ‘adieu’ he pulls up his breeches, and continues on his way out the other side of the building, not knowing he had just fathered the carrier of his genetic memories.

Confessions, Pairings, Paola's Choice

November 3, 2016

‘I love imagining Jacob and Connor taking turns fucking each other every chance they get. God I wish I could watch..’

Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 3, 2016

‘Outdoor sex in the rain with Jacob Frye sounds nice. Heeee…’

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Confessions, Paola's Choice

November 2, 2016

I recently broke up with a boyfriend when it hit me that my all my sexual experiences with my past partners had been so lackluster. I decide to share this with Jacob because I know he’d be non-judgmental about it. Upon hearing about my past experiences, he is horrified to learn that I faked all of my orgasms with my partners. He is angry, admonishing me that I shouldn’t have ever fooled them into thinking that they pleased me when they really didn’t. I try to reason out with him that I only faked them because I felt pressured every time their impatience was becoming obvious, but Jacob is adamant. “You’ve sent the message to your loser ex-boyfriends that they were good enough to give you an orgasm when they weren’t! What you should’ve done is tell them that no, you didn’t come and no, you weren’t even close to coming!”

I’m surprised at how passionate and thoroughly upset he is. “What would you do if the woman you’re with told you she hasn’t come yet and she’s not turned on enough?”

He looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Spend more time with foreplay, of course! That’s just manners. If she’s not turned on enough, then…” His eyes then widen in realisation. “You mean to tell me that they didn’t even try to make sure that you were ready?”

I feel very embarrassed, but I can’t take back my words now. “I know it takes me a while to get turned on, so I didn’t want to impose–”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jacob looks really angry now and I cower away, thinking that he’s mad at me. He notices this and he rubs a hand across his face. “I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at what you had to deal with.” He smiles at me ruefully. “Well, okay, I’m a little mad at you, too. This whole ‘others before me’ bullshit is getting old. Teach yourself a little selfishness sometimes, would you?”

“Easier said than done.” I sigh wistfully. “I just want someone I can experiment with. Just someone who can show me what sex should really be like, you know?”

There’s several seconds of silence before he nods. “Then let it be me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I can show you what sex is really like.”

“B-but we’re friends…”

“Would you rather have a stranger do it? At least with me, you’ll be safe. And it’s only one night. Unless you want more…?”

“Definitely just one night,” I reply quickly. I know that I already like Jacob more than someone is allowed to feel for a mere ‘friend’. “I don’t want any complications.”

He smiles. “No complications here, love. It’d be all fun and painless.”

Our first time is indeed fun and painless. He is very patient, backing away when I’m becoming tense and diffusing my anxiety with some light-hearted banter and humour. When he finally enters me, it feels like I’m a virgin again – not because it hurts, but because I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. When I wake up the next day I want to do it again, but I try to resist because it’s supposed to be only “one night.” But Jacob sees through me and shatters all my resistances. Before we know it, over a month has passed and we have been exclusively having sex with each other nearly every day. No complications? Yeah, right. I know that I’m well and truly fucked. In both ways.