‘Your breath comes out in shuddering gasps as Jacob thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy languidly. His other hand moves from stroking your pert nipples down to your clit. He slides it gently between his fingers, his fingers inside you abruptly speeding up and twisting to hit your g-spot. Then he presses on your clit so hard that your orgasm rushes up like a flood- and you come, thighs shaking and back arched.’
Confession [@okayyoudontseeme]
‘One of my personal favourite dirty headcanons about Jacob is how he reacts when you come. When he feels that you are close, he’d hold you closer to him, his grip tightening, almost crushing you against his body. He wants to feel your skin breaking out with goose shivers under his fingers, the surge of your body trembling against his, the heat of your gasps searing the sensitive skin of his neck. He’d watch you intently, like a hawk observing its prey, committing every nuance of your expression to memory. He never tires of the way you come undone, so much so that he always wants you to climax first because he doesn’t want to miss every single moment of you unravelling right before his eyes.’
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‘I think Jacob would be really tender and passionate. He would make love to you in the most loving way possible… He’d also bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you like it’s your last night on earth. I dunno which I’d want more to be honest.’
Confession [@swiggle-muffin]
‘Imagine Edward and Shay talking to you in their own respective native tongues in hushed tones whilst they drag their lips down the sides of your neck. You’re in between them. One of them whispers from behind, the other from your front. Switching their delicious words only to communicate with one another exactly what they want to do you. Before they gruffly whisper in Irish and Welsh again as they know how wet it gets you. “Shay, she’s already soaked.” “Aye, she’s about to be dripping.”’
‘Imagine your favourite character pushing themselves fully into your back, littering small kisses around your neck while their hand travels up on your thigh all the way to your core where he slowly and gently plays with you only with his fingertips. Keeping the same slow pace, he dips in, making you moan, shiver and buck helplessly. He finds every sensitive part in you, his lust coated fingers are the proof of that. He only stops when you reach your quivering bliss.’
Haytham Kenway and I had gone to the Royal Opera House to see one play or another. Not that it mattered, because within no time Haytham had me distracted, running his hand up my thigh. I swatted him away, but he kept returning it. I shot him a death glare, but the bastard merely smirked, and pretended he was paying attention to the play. Huffing, I turned my attention back as well, only now the smug ass was busying himself with discretely pulling up my skirts. It was at that moment that I was actually glad for him being some high and mighty patrician and getting us a private box. Not wanting to disturb anyone else, I looked at him and pleaded with my eyes for him to stop. He ceased his hand, and lifted an eyebrow. I knew that if I really wanted him to stop, he would. He also knew I never would. With a huff I sank a bit in my chair, and the scumbag gleamed in victory. He proceeded to hitch my skirts up, and placed his hand on my thigh once more. I tried to focus on the play and not on the hand that was caressing my inner thigh, and was inching higher and higher. But then he started to rub his thumb up and down, just an inch away from where I needed him. I gave up, and looked at him. He smiled that predatory smile of his, and gestured to his lap. My eyes widened.
He didn’t mean to actually have sex here, right?! I mean, hand stuff, maybe mouth stuff, fair enough, but actually going all the way? Haytham didn’t give me a chance to decide, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his lap. I tried to glare at him, but he merely grabbed me by the chin and kissed me, whilst simultaneously sliding his forefinger inside me and grazing my clit with his thumb. I instinctively bit down to try and muffle a moan, but bit his lip instead, which in turn made him moan. I lifted my eyebrow at him, this would definitely be something worth exploring further some other time. Instead, I just kissed him again whilst grinding down on his hand. As he kept fingering me slowly and expertly, I fiddled around, trying to open his belt and trousers. His free hand, that had been on my back slipped down to join mine and help me along.
When his cock was finally freed, Haytham quickly pushed me off his lap, turned me around to face the stage and sank me back down, straight onto his member. I threw my head back and fought with all my might to hold back a moan, and succeeded. Haytham began to move, and I with him. We built up a smooth pace, fast enough to give us both a lot of pressure, but slow enough to not attract too much attention. I got close fast, the excitement of the possibility of getting caught really pushing the right buttons.
It was then that Haytham grabbed my chin once more and directed me to look across the room to the balconies on the other side. “Well take a look at that, love. Seems we have our own little audience,” he grunted softly in my ear. It took me some time, but indeed, some theatre-goer had his eyes not set on the stage, but on us. I shuddered and clenched down hard, coming right there and then, and Haytham fast behind me. Since then, visits to the opera became a weekly occurrence.
Ah damn, I reached 600 words, so had to cut it short. My bad!
Confession [@chrisfoxman]
Oh, we love longer confessions. So much so that we made Secluded Haystack for them! So, please, if you find your confession is longer than 600 words, please consider submitting it to the Haystack. ♥
~ Signora Paola
‘Imagine Jacob eating you out, focusing on your clit. A slow lick here, a bit of pressure there. Kissing, sucking, flicking his tongue over your sensitive little bud. Doing anything he can to make you scream his name….Man, I could ride that beautiful face all night…’
Confession [@swiggle-muffin]
‘You go to drop off some paperwork for Shay when you hear a faint slapping sound. The door to his room is cracked, and you peek through and see Shay with his eyes screwed shut and head thrown back, cock in hand. The sight has you frozen in place as his strokes get faster and his moans get louder. With one final stroke, Shay cums hard on his chest while loudly moaning your name.’
I always wonder what they’re thinking behind those judgmental stares.
What are they plotting? To take over mankind, one human at a time?
Do they ponder how the entire world would bow down to their greatness whilst they sharpen their claws?
Do they have alien kitteh overlords that they answer to, and they’re just waiting for that opportune moment to strike and bring humanity to its collective knees?
Or maybe… maybe they’re truly judging us for our internet browsing habits.
WHAT IS GOING ON BEHIND THEIR KITTEH HEADS?
THE WORLD MUST FIND OUT. MAYBE AFFECTION IS THE KEY?
~ Signora Paola
Every time is like the first with Jacob. Every time we meet, the passion explodes. He tugs my head to his, kissing me softly and repeatedly. I smile and slip away from his face, kissing my way down his body until I am right where I want to be. I begin kissing his manhood up one side and down the other, and he hardens even more. I watch his shining, hazel eyes as he lets out sighs of pleasure. He reaches for me but I avoid his grasp because I don’t want him to stop me. I sit on my heels next to him and turn his hips gently towards me and take him in my mouth. I draw him in and out several times, tracing his sensitive ridges, sucking the tip. I tease him with many wet kisses up and down his length. I kiss and lick his twin “jewels”, tasting his pleasant saltiness and making him moan again and again.
Oh what a sweet agony!
I glance up at him. He looks as though he is about to burst. He caresses my head, and I say,“Let me finish you.” He looks back at me full of yearning; he is always the generous one but not now. Now he is mine!
I’m always between his legs and focus my attention on his swollen head. I tease just the tip over and over, while I add some friction on his virility with my hand. His groans increase and I hear him call my name. I am steady and relentless. I don’t stop! I notice he’s close and so I drive him towards his climax. And finally he lets go. I keep my mouth on him, swallowing again and again as he moans until his spasms gradually slow and finally cease. He sighs again as I continue to massage him tenderly and lovingly with my lips and tongue.
Jacob looks at me, sweetly and passionately at the same time…how he does, I don’t know. Two feelings so in contrast but he is able to unite them on his face. And I love him for this. He pulls me to him and I slip contentedly into his arms, laying my head to his chest.
And the sleep’s hugs takes all two.