‘I push Crawford Starrick up against the wall and kick at his feet to spread his legs that little more. His eyes are full of lust and I pull the suspenders down off his shoulders before I’m pulling down his trousers to his thighs. I kneel in front of him and take his heavy cock in my hand, stroking gently. He calls me a devil woman and I take him in my mouth so deep his eyes roll back in his head. He breathes hard and begs me for more which I happily oblige.’
Confession [castielsangel-x]
‘For the twins’ birthday the rooks throw him a party on the train. We all get a bit drunk and later on Jacob and I sneak off so I can give his cock a special birthday treat. Later on after Jacob has gone to bed I take Evie aside. It’s not fair to leave her pussy out. I touch and lick her so good her screams wake up her brother. And the rest of the train. Oops. Happy birthday, Frye twins!’
‘I wanna fuck the Frye twins, ‘nuff said really. However if I were to elaborate more, I’d let them do dirty things to me. I’d love to try a few of my own dirty tricks on them both.’
My first confession but since it is my lovely little London assassin’s birthday 🎂 I would love to do nothing more then to give Jacob the best gift in world, a nice night of pure lustful sex. The smell of sex in the air as he pounds into me anyway he likes as I would let him come in me multiple times, leaving marks all over my body. God what I would give~❤️
Oh, my dear nonnie~ Congratulations on your first confession. Did you wait for Mr Frye’s birthday to make your first confession? 😏
Just pulling your leg! ❤️ Hope to get more confessions from you soon! And maybe, when you’re bold enough, off-anon? 😏
Love, Annetta <3
‘Since it’s the twins’ birthday… imagine you fulfill their fantasies. Jacob would be extremely kinky, while Evie would want you to be her submissive.’
I decided to get a little creative for deciding Jacob’s birthday present. When he comes back home, the all the lights are off except for the candles on his birthday cake. On the table next to his cake is a note that says, “turn around.” He turns to see me laying naked on the couch completely wrapped in ribbons with a tag that reads, “To: Mr. Frye.” He smirks and says, “I think I may open my presents first,” and he unravels and tastes his most delicious feast with a side of birthday cake too.
‘Since Evie is four minutes older than Jacob I would give her four minutes more of pleasure on her birthday. My fingers would touch her gently but give just the right amount of pressure until she comes hard.’
Older Jacob has birthdays too, and for his I want to give him all the love he deserves. I want him to tie me up then feast on me mercilessly.
Confessed by @swiggle-muffin
Jacob has always been the ‘giver’ type. He’d sooner go down on me than ask me to blow him, or he’d always make it a point that I come first. I asked him before why it seemed that he didn’t really care about his own pleasure. His response was simple: “Knowing that I made you lose control? You don’t know how much that gives me a high.”
But today is his birthday and there’s nothing more I want than seeing Jacob losing all semblance of control. Yes, there were times that he was rough with me and oh God, let’s not even start about those times where his lewd sounds of pleasure were loud enough that we’d get complaints (and those propositions for a threesome). But despite the seemingly wildness in his actions, Jacob never truly lets go of his inhibitions. In that way we are so much alike, but unlike me Jacob is very good at hiding his true nature.
In the same way where he seems to be domineering when he’s actually a submissive who would offer *everything* to give me pleasure, Jacob Frye actually has a very tight lid on the true extent of his sexual impulses. I *want* him to finally let them loose on his birthday. I *want* him to completely dominate me, defile me, take everything I can give until I have nothing left.
“Tell me what you really want, Jacob,” I whisper as I circle my tongue around the head of his cock. “Tell me your dirtiest fantasies. It’s your birthday. I can make them come true.”
He shakes his head, mild panic in his handsome face. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, love. There’s a reason why I never told anyone about them.”
I smirk at him. “You know every dirty fantasy I’ve had, and not once did you flinch. What makes you think that I’m not ready for what you have in mind?”
He opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. He looks conflicted.
“I promise I won’t judge,” I assure him, tracing my thumb lightly and around his frenulum, smiling when I see his eyes glaze over at the sensation.
The morning after his birthday, I lay face down on our bed, the sweat on my back still cooling off. I feel sore and tender all over; both of my orifices feel stretched and I imagine it would take days before I can sit down without discomfort. I feel the stickiness of his ejaculate in between my thighs, my breasts, my buttocks, even my face. Dimly, I wonder, ‘How many times did Jacob come last night?’ I lost track of time after *I* came six times.
“You should see yourself right now, love,” Jacob remarks from behind me. Ah, yes. That smug tone. I turn around slowly to face him, wincing when my muscles ache in protest. He is sitting on the windowsill, his brown hair mussed in the most epic (and adorable) bed head. “You sound chipper for a man who got knocked out cold after his last orgasm.” My statement would’ve been a retort if it weren’t for my tired hoarse voice.
He smirks and walks over to me. He lays down, resting against his elbows. “I came seven times, you know. I was 14 the last time I did that.”
A slow teasing smile lifts the corners of my mouth. “Just seven? I was hoping you’d hit nine, considering the 9th is your birthday.”
He makes an exaggerated groan and spanks my thigh. “You’d be the death of me, you know that?”
‘Since I’m in London for a trip, I can’t help but imagine walking around and suddenly being pulled into an alley by Jacob and Evie. First I try to get away but she reassures me that they’re not going to harm me. They take me back to the train and inside they take turns with me. Eventually it becomes a kind of challenge who can make me cum the hardest, not that I’m complaining.’
Confession [@juliatje22]