‘I don’t wear glasses but I would do it only to see Jacob cum on them abundantly.’
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‘(I’m definitely going to hell for this one… and this is less than 300 words, but I have to split it into three parts!) So! Imagine having Jacob tied up in bed, and you’re sitting on his lap. You caress him with gentle touches that soothe him, but leave him anticipating what you will do to him next. Just as he is blindfolded, you take a heated butter knife and cut off a small slab of NOT butter and spread it down his collarbone and neck. You take your time licking off the melted (not) butter. One drop trails down one of his pecs, and you gladly lick your way up his chest, your tongue teasingly touching his nipple along the way. His groan of frustration and arousal is enough to unintentionally make you buck your hips against his, because nothing is exciting you more than teasing him and playing him as you please. “How long do you intend to torture me like this?” He groans after you’ve nipped at his lips and leave him a fleeting taste. “Hmm…” you pretend to think as you trace his neck with the butter knife. “Until there’s none left.” You scrape up more of the non-butter from the small but sizeable slab you have and spread it all over his neck once again. “So I suggest sitting tight and enjoying yourself, you naughty boy. Because I certainly am.”’
‘I would love to have Jacob’s fingers in my hair, his arms holding me around my thighs, while his mouth manages to lure unknown sounds off from me that I wonder, how I could do that. He will probably ask me the same and will check it again immediately. Only for protocol – in another kind of way. *cough*’
Translated from: “Ich hätte gerne meine Finger tief in Jacobs Haare gegraben und sie um sie festgehalten, während er seine Arme um meine Oberschenkel schlingt und mich mit seinem Mund von unten derartig hohe Töne schlagen lässt, dass ich mich wundere, ob ich wirklich so hochtönig sein könnte. Er fragt sich das anscheinend auch, denn er überprüft es direkt nochmal. Nur fürs Protokoll…Auf andere Weise…*hust*”
‘I want to tie Jacob’s hands behind his back and fondle him until he turns into a gasping, moaning mess and comes all over my hands.’
(If you could publish this in my birthday, 22nd august, it would lighten up my day!) Since my birthday it’s coming soon, all I want for that damned Monday is Jacob. Naked. On the bed. With some chocolate brownies to share and a lot of time to enjoy ourselves. Am I asking too much? (Love you girls, and I wish you a good day! :*) ~First confession 😉
Congrats on your first confessions and congratulations on your birthday, amore! We hope you have a delightful day!
~Claudia
Confessed by: kirayni
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‘I want to hear Jacob beg for me to bang him right into the mattress of our bed until he’s sore. I would be more than happy to comply, and even happier delaying his release by screwing him in a tortuously slow pace.’
“When I heard “One Dance by Drake ft. Wizkid & Kyla” I imagine having romantic sex in the shower with Jacob Frye. Feeling his kisses and touch all over my body and the satisfying water falling in our bodies.”
Here’s the song.
Confessed by: iyarizussel
[X]
“What is it about Jacob Frye that makes me want to pull him towards me? Whether it’s by the tie, the lapels of his jacket, and even his goddamn necklace, I want to pull him close so we’re face to face, and subtly control him and the situation.”
[X]
I have many things I would like to do with Jacob “my sexual baby” Frye. First! I would like for him to be a bloody mess. Like really bloody, maybe his own blood a little bit or other people’s blood. I know sounds odd but it’s my imagination. Second! I want Jacob to moan and whisper into my ear. Something about him moaning so loud that his voice breaks makes me feel wet. And fourth! Passionate and sweet intercourse with cuddles. And we both wear cat ears! Then last but not least, a rough fuck! Sounds like a good thing? And in order for him to do all these things, he has to seduce me with his voice and tease me in public. Like finger me and when I was about to cum, he pull away and just smirk deviously. “Not too strong now are you, Love~?” He would whisper before I seduce him. I’m sorry Father Jacob.