I want Jacob Frye to fucking wreck me 😏
Confessed by @swiggle-muffin
I can imagine both Shay and Jacob with a pregnancy kink. I know I do. I can just imagine them being so rough and passionate as they shove themselves into you saying things like “take me all the way in love.” Or “can you feel my warm seed in you? Filling you up? You can? Good. You’ll be a beautiful mother.” Gets me all kinds of hot and bothered!
(Someone should post something like that to secluded haystack for both.)
Any takers for a Secluded Haystack out there? 🙂 Or, my dear nonnie, you can submit your own piece. Don’t be shy! I look forward to reading it!
Love, Annetta~
Jacob and I are spotted. We quickly run into an alley and squeeze between a gap in two walls. It’s very snug and I like it. We’ve been attracted to each other for a while so this closeness is just what we need. Jacob kisses me passionately and I return the favour. After a minute I feel him undo my trousers. He slips his hand inside and gently rubs my clit through my underwear. It’s not long before his fingers are inside me, working their magic. I cum hard with a loud cry. Damn it! Caught again!
Confessed by @swiggle-muffin
‘Nothing pleases me as much as when I surprise Jacob, seeing his face when he walks into the candlelit house to see me naked, occupying his favorite armchair with my leg draped over the arm. The moment he sees me, he sheds everything above the waist before falling to his knees and crawling over to me. I can see the thirst in his eyes as he studies my body, licking his lips as he draws closer to my aching sex. I can’t wait to feel that sinful mouth that I’ve been craving.’
I can imagine Jacob lying on his back, sucking on my clit while I’m grinding on his face, moaning loudly, enjoying myself. But what makes me even hornier is the sight of him jerking himself off rapidly behind me. As I look at him again, our haze gazes meet and I cum hard on Jacob’s tongue instantly, leaving a couple of marks on his chest with my fingernails. He follows me with an animalistic growl and I tremble, feeling drops of Jacob’s semen of my lower back – that’s how powerful his orgasm was.
All I can do now is lie down beside him, while Frye is hugging me, holding me tight, just smiling and whispering something I can’t hear ‘cause I’m falling asleep from being too exhausted (in a good way).
Confession [@madamretto]
I want to play strip poker with Jacob.
… And I am rubbish at poker. If I am lucky, I can talk him into “poking” me after losing gloriously! :3
Jacob Frye and I have been business partners for a while now, and ever since the night we first met, the chemistry between us has been undeniably electrifying. Although neither of us have made the first move yet, it’s pretty obvious that we both thoroughly enjoy the shameless flirting and banter that ensues during every one of our meetings.
One particular afternoon, Mr Frye joins me in my carriage to discuss our next big venture over a glass of champagne (or two) and some pleasant conversation, and suddenly it comes to my attention that he has done a lot for me, so I would very much like to repay him in some way or another.
But, I have no idea how to do so- how does one reward a man who has everything?
So I pose the question to him.
Mr Frye grins at me as he sips from his champagne flute, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Well,” he smirks suggestively, “there is something… one thing I really, really want more than anything else…”
“And what would that be, Mr Frye? Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
The next thing I know, his mouth is pressed firmly against mine, his arms wrapped around my waist as he kisses me intensely, prising my lips apart with his hot tongue. I sigh as his lips travel down my neck, slowly undoing the buttons on my dress and exposing my corseted cleavage, a soft growl escaping his lips as he loosens the strings, playfully running his tongue across the flesh of my now fully exposed, voluptuous breasts.
His lips get to work again, all up and down my neck and downwards onto my nipples, sucking and gently nibbling whilst those lustful hazel eyes burn with pure desire. The sound of that deep, sultry voice in my ear has me wet in minutes, and soon I am laying on my back on the floor of the carriage, skirts hitched up around my waist, my legs over Jacob’s shoulders as he fucks me so hard that I’m certain that my cries of ecstasy can be heard from outside.
As we both come down from our climax, Jacob pulls me into his arms and leans into my ear. “So,” he purrs gleefully, “does that answer your question?”
Confessed by @thank-god-its-fryeday
‘I love watching Jacob cum but I don’t watch his face. I watch his cock. Yes, I’ll never get tired of the gorgeous expressions in his face and how his body feels: His eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape, a crimson tinge on his cheeks; his neck thrown back as those sexy, raspy sounds come out of that throat; his trembling thighs, his entire body taut and muscles quivering uncontrollably from the pleasure. I can masturbate to that imagery and cum without a problem. But seeing his hard cock pulsate as thick white ropes of hot cum gush out from the slit of that swollen head? God, yes, I want that.’
‘Jacob ripping my clothes off and kissing all over my naked body is something I could get used to.’