Imagine you and your F/C are having sex and, regardless of whether they’re fucking you or making love, dominant or submissive, humble or arrogant, quiet or talkative, high & whiny or low & raspy voiced, they are just talking dirty to you. Talking about you, themselves, your body, their body, how you feel, how they feel, what they want you to do, and what they want to do to you. All in explicit detail. Just absolutely filthy. And it makes you see stars.
Imagine making a sex tape with your favorite character. Upon watching it later, you’re stunned by what you view as a slew of unintentionally embarrassing sexual habits on your end: strange faces, squeaky noises, loud cries. During the next encounter, you’re determined to act differently, and as such you’re almost inhumanly more composed than usual. However, your favorite character quickly becomes concerned when they realize that you’re not making all those enticing little noises or giving them those lustful looks that they adore. Worried that they’re not giving it to you good enough, they end up fucking you so hard and so good that you lose your composure anyway.
Imagine your favorite character’s flushed, heated face as you give them amazing oral against a wall. Imagine them tangling their fingers up into your hair, clinging desperately to you with both hands, and their breathless moans and sexual sounds. They buck their hips, rubbing and bumping their back on the wall, as it’s the only think they can do but moan.
Imagine them whimpering because you stop suddenly, and them pulling you back to their arousal by your hair, forcing you to finish the job with an unexpected, dominating demeanor.
You lick up all of their juices/swallow every drop of their cum and afterwards you two head off to bed to cuddle.
Do you suppose the room gets quiet when he removes his coat and shirt, with the men looking enviously (or maybe even a bit of lust) and the women trying to act proper Victorian ladies and keeping the squeeing to themselves? Or does it explode with cheers, because even though Jacob Frye is getting ready for fight club he may as well be performing an early version of a striptease? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Grazie for sharing, my dear! We here at La Rosa in Fiore always support fans who want to nurture their talents. ♥
someone submitted a confession recently about how they went from liking Connor’s face to thinking he’s not that good looking while playing, and i agree, but i wanted to confess this with a little more anonymity than a reblog provides. i didnt think Connor was all that attractive until my mom pointed out while i was playing that he appeared to be very well endowed in the nether regions. after that, i realized i saw him as way more attractive. i found it pretty odd that my mind changed that way, that is not usually how i am, im not the type of person who becomes more attracted to someone based on the size of their……gift. i guess Connor’s just a special circumstance.
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.
