‘Jacob ripping my clothes off and kissing all over my naked body is something I could get used to.’
‘Sometimes I purposely disobey Master Starrick to be punished… because I love both the pain and pleasure that man brings me. Especially when he spanks me for my mistakes.’
I want to play hide seek with Jacob. He would count to ten and I would hide in his closet. He would find me. As I run threw the house he would strip pieces of clothing while stalking me. His grin would be sinister as he traps me against his naked self and the bed. Before I knew it I would be naked as well with him above me pounding a way at a steady pace.
Confessed by @deafeningtyphoonblaze
I like to play Evie with her nighthawk outfit on. Not for any tactical advantage, but for the tie around her neck. I like to think that after a long, tiring day, Jacob ties up his sister and pulls up her necktie as either a gag or blindfold. He’ll disrobe her and play with her, with his mouth on her clit and his fingers fondling her nipples. Evie pleasantly groans as she feels her powerlessness, and her brother doing the few things she actually likes him for.
‘Crawford Starrick standing close to my back, his lips on my ear, whispering erotically about all the things he wants to do to me, how he wants to make me feel good as he presses himself against me, letting me feel how much he wants me. I press back against him and let him know I’m more than interested. He goes about his meeting after, leaving me aroused and wanting him, anxious to get him in my bed.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
Virginia Woolf said, “There is no denying the wild horse in us.” So please ladies let me ride Jacob hard and make amazing love to him. Unleash my inner wild horse!
Confessed by @jeweledfaith
‘While Crawford in his suit is one of the sexiest things ever, all I want is for him to rip it off while he pounds me senseless into the bed.’
Mr. Frye is my new source of sin. I just can’t stop thinking of him all touchy, teasing me with that stupid cocky smile of his, whispering sweet nothings into my ear with that sexy accent, and end up having the best ours of love making afterwards, and then a long sweet cuddling aftercare
The night was chilly when we were on our way back onto the hideout train using the alley. There was not a soul around and he was complaining about the cold. Without a world, I got onto my knees and unzipped his trousers. “Hello…” I greeted his flaccid member. I stroked him until he was hard enough and brought his length into my mouth, sucking it gently. I ensured I gave him pleasure and warmth at the same time.
After a while, he pulled himself out of my mouth and pushed me gently against the wall. I took him into my mouth again, sucking faster than I did. I could hear him moaning softly. He held himself against the wall with one arm. “I am –” he moaned, but it was too late, he ejaculated into my mouth before he could finish his sentence.
Did I swallow his warm juices? Of course, I did.
Some nights, when Crawford is out late at night and I’m the only there, I like to go into his study, sit in his chair, lift my legs onto his desk, and masturbate. I get hornier the more I think about how he’ll be sitting there the next morning and how the others won’t know what had happened there the night before. As I’m doing it, I hear the door open and Crawford walks in… but instead of stopping, I keep going until I climax, keeping my eyes locked onto his the entire time.