“I Hand cuff Evie before bend her bare skin over a table, to work my hands up down her strong legs and tease a dildo on her slit. I want to hear the chains on her hand clanking enough and her breath getting faster and her legs squeeze on the tip of it, and honestly I think I’m the one losing control.”
‘I’ve had this fantasy about 40 year old Jacob punishes me for not wearing any undergarments. He bends me over a chair, securing my hands together. But what really gets me hot and bothered, he first sits down and starts reading the morning paper. And I get his attention when I start squirming, begging him. He’ll walk over and begin to caress my bottom, telling me that I’ve been bad and that he’ll have to tell my father. I beg him not to so he takes the punishment in his own hands.’
Confession [x]
‘Well… I’m sinning everyday, having dirty fantasies with Jacob Frye, the dude of my dreams who made me feel wet at night while I’m reading all the confessions related to him ;). Just imagining him in my bed, making love to me with no stop…’
Confession [x]
‘I was walking past a playground today, and you know those tunnel slides? Well I wondered what it would be like to have sex with Jacob inside one. My sighs and moans echoing around us as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper inside me, until I finally reach my sweet release. Sounds great. But imagine the friction burn on your arse.’
Confession [x]
“I send Evie some erotic poem that hopefully will make her enlighted with how much I’m desperate and thirsty to go deep in her. I’m wondering if she’ll touch herself to the poem.”
[X]
‘I imagine being Jacob’s lover while he lived in Crawley and we are about 19 years old. However, we must meet secretly because I’m a Templar and he’s an Assassin. One night I hear stones tapping at my window. Opening it, I see Jacob. “May I enter your bedroom, love? And maybe not only your room.” “You prick. Come inside.” “You don’t have to ask me twice.” “Jacob!” That night I feared my parents woke up, but Jacob and I made the best love ever.’
‘I have a great desire to lay out on the bed in nothing but black lacey underwear, while a fully clothed 40 y/o Jacob sits relaxed in a chair nearby. Lying on my front, my large chest is spilling on the bed for him to see as I wiggle my ass. A smirk appears on his lips as his eyes wander my body as he watches it move. Staring him dead in the eyes I whisper seductively, “Spank me Daddy.” A low growl comes from his throat as he joins me on the bed and fucks me roughly doggy style.’
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The uncut version of The Phone Call is here and I am frankly embarrassed that the original 1763 word count ballooned to 7398 words. (/ω＼) Because of this, we have decided to again increase the Haystack’s word count to 10,000 words. You see, my primary reason for limiting the Haystack’s word count in the first place was really the fact that I wasn’t sure if the scripting we use could handle so many words! These past few months certainly proved that it could handle a lot. Heck, if we receive a submission that has more than 10K and it works out well, we may even forego the limit all together. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
Grazie for reading and I hope all you Jacob fans enjoy this. ♥
~ Signora Paola
‘Can we take just a minute to appreciate how handsome as fuck is 40 years old Jacob Frye? Because, good Lord! I can bet that he is a god in the bed (and in any place where you can have sex)!’
Confession [x]
‘I imagine Crawford Starrick would be the type to tie me up and and strap a vibrator to my inner leg so it’s just teasing my clit while he’d sit drinking tea and watching, achingly hard in his trousers. I’d moan and beg for mercy but he’d just smirk. He would watch me fall apart, ignoring his own desire just to watch me.’
Confession [x]