‘Jacob moaning and weak, for once trying to keep it quiet, as he bends over the railing being pounded thoroughly by Roth in the Alhambra as patrons mill by. The sounds of theatre goers passing under Jacob’s exposed dick, as Roth grabs hold of it and strokes with each inch of his own running Jacob’s ass.’
Confession [@clehjett]
‘Oh my God… ever since I read “Take me Apart” I cannot stop imagining Daddy Jacob wearing a suit and slowly taking it off while I can only watch him, tied to the bedpost; once he is done, he would roughly fuck me after he touched himself to tease me until I cannot moan anymore. I’m sure 40-yo Jacob Frye is even better in bed; sex sessions with him would be absolutely more intense and harder than his 20-yo version 😱’
I am in 100% agreement, my dear confessor. And grazie mille for reading it! ♥
~ Signora Paola
‘I would love to be tag teamed by Jacob Frye and Maxwell Roth. I bet they are just as ruthless together in bed as they are with everything else.’
‘Imagine how wet you’d get just by having both Jacob and Shay talk dirty to you, let alone how wet you’d get when Shay slowly unbuttons his shirt and Jacob asks you to suck his fingers so they’re wet enough to fuck you. Or when Shay tells you how many times he’s wanted to hear you moan while he massages you clit, as he kisses down your neck. When Jacob starts to slowly finger you. Or when Jacob laps up your juices and Shay sucks your clit between his lips. Just imagine how wet you’d be.’
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‘Valentine’s day. Jacob sends Greenie on a mission so that they are all alone. As Evie comes into the train Jacob closes the door and it’s all dark. He steps behind her and with his hands he goes down her body. “Jacob…” she moans as he feels her brother’s fingers inside her. “I know you don’t like this day but I thought you might like this?” Jacob whispers and rips off her clothes and fucks her mindlessly in every position you can imagine. “Say Evie… who’s a good girl?” he smiles. “I am…”’
Confession [@fatummeum]
Terrible Tuesday it was. I was on the verge of crying my heart out when I picked up my phone and dialled his number. Luckily for me, he answered. I started pouring my heart out.
“Tell you what, come straight home after work. No stopping for drinks in a pub. Just come home. I have something for you,” he said, optimism ringing in his voice.
Later that day, I got home to find what seem to look like a treasure map. I picked the map up to study it and read the instructions. If that was his idea of cheering me up after a hard day at work, it was working.
Following the map, I ended up in the kitchen. There was nothing unusual about the kitchen until I saw another piece of paper on the counter. Like the first piece of paper, it was a map. Again, I followed the markings until I got to another map in another room. I found more maps in various rooms of our house.
It took me a while to go through the route on the maps. At last, I stood at the bottom of the staircase. I went up and at the top of the stairs, instead of a map, I found a pink note telling me to follow the rose petals. I followed, wondering what I would find at the end of the trail. The trail stopped at the floor of our bedroom door. There was a note stuck onto the door saying, “Roses mark the spot and you will find your treasure.” Curious, I opened the door.
It was a pleasant surprise to find Jacob sitting on the bed, naked with a bouquet of roses covering his manhood. “Roses mark the spot and you will find your treasure,“ he smirked, pointing at the bouquet of roses. Judging from the silly (and horny) grin on his face, I knew what he wanted. Removing the bouquet to reveal my “treasure,” there it was waiting for me to wake it. I did what I had to do to wake it up and wrapped my mouth around his girth.
After a while of pleasuring Jacob, he stopped me. “I cannot stand it any longer!” he said, taking off my clothes. He then pushed me onto the bed and penetrated my slick folds. We took it slow at first. He claimed he wanted to feel my tight walls around him and fill me up with his seed. Most of all, he wanted to enjoy the intimacy. We gazed into each other’s eyes as he thrusted within me. He started picking up his pace, thrusting faster. Our loud moans filled the room and he pushed himself deeper inside me when he unloaded his warm seed. Exhausted, he pulled his flaccid manhood out and brought me into his arms.
“I was only stressed out, Jacob. It is not my birthday or anything,” I commented. He smiled at me and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my Love…” he whispered. “I am glad my plan to cheer you up before sex worked!” he said. Carved on his face was an expression of triumph and happiness. I kissed his lips and thanked him for always being there for me when I needed him.
Indeed it was a good way to end a stressful day at work on Valentine’s Day. Did we stop at that moment? Of course not. Let’s just say I went to work the next day, sore but happy.
Confession [@jezsiema]
‘Jacob enjoys watching me masturbate while he fucks me. The catch? I am not allowed to stop stimulating my clit or orgasm until he cums first.’
Confession [@jezsiema]
I had a dream not too long ago in which Jacob and I had passionate sex and it honestly felt so real. When I woke up I felt empty and lonely. I wish I had someone like him – someone who would truly love me.
‘Honestly, whenever I see Crawford Starrick, I crave him SO BAD but it’s not sexual at all. I literally just want to sit beside him and play with his moustache and hold his hand and maybe even kiss him on the cheek if I felt scandalous. Now Jacob; on the other hand: I would ride that boy like a stallion around the perimeter of England.’
‘Jacob is that kind of a dirty boy who loves to send pictures of his Mini-Frye (his gorgeous cock. It’s gorgeous, there’s no denying it) by phone to you… 😈’
Confession [@threrorian]
Hmm, yes, I agree, my dear.
~ Signora Paola