‘I really love Jacob. I would like to spend time with him, good times, laughing with him, working with him. I would not be a good assassin, but investigating perhaps. And why not finish the day having a good night of passion and awaken playing with that hairy chest.’
“Usually I don’t have daddy kinks but I’d take sex lessons with 40 years old Jacob (for science, of course). He’s like 20 years older than me, I’m sure he had plenty of partners and he does looks very skilled. I promise I’ll be a good girl.”
[X]
Jacob is coming! I can feel his odour in the air. I can hear his quick steps. And finally, he is before me.
He looks at me with his cheeky smirk and my mind already flies toward endless paradises of pleasure.
“Jacob, do you know that every your single step makes wetter my thighs, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, but I’m able to make them still wetter, honey!”
“Well…show me!”
“I’d love nothing more!”
‘I’m such a whore for male sex sounds that it’s actually a turn off for me if the guy I’m having sex with is quiet with only the occasional soft grunting reminding me that he’s still into the act. I want him noisy and there’s nothing that can convince me otherwise that Jacob is a real moaner in bed. Loud, uninhibited, and just downright sinful. I actually came hard while I was masturbating the other night because I imagined that I was giving him a blowjob and he couldn’t stop moaning those beautifully erotic sounds. Can you even imagine how he’d be like if he needed to stay quiet, like if you’re having sex in a public place? It’s so hot just thinking about Jacob biting on a pillow or even his own hand because he’s trying so hard to keep the noises in. I think this is the reason why my favourite sex position fantasy with Jacob is the spooning position, because I would imagine his mouth pressed against the back of my ear (which is quite sensitive) and the sounds he is making would set me off quicker than him playing with my clit.’
I run. In London streets, I run! I want run away from my duties, from my obligations and from my marriage. Tomorrow I marry the worst man in the city. Tomorrow I marry Crawford Starrick because of an old debt of my father. I’m running but I’m tired so I stop in a little alley for taking breath and he comes. He comes always when I need him. It is a long time that we are lovers. Secretely, we meet and we live our love. I’m breathless while he comes closer to me. He pushes me against the wall, loosing my corset and I feel his strong and warm hands on my breasts.
His tongue leaves thin and wet strips on my neck. His lips bite my nipple and I’ve already lost my control. His hands lift my skirt and he pushes his horny cock inside of me. No sweetness. Only pure desire. We have not much time. His cock slides inside me, fast. Always faster. His finger on my clit melts me completely but all that I want is hearing him to moan. “Please, Jacob…I’m coming!” This is my desperate moan while every bit of my defense collapses and I come like never before. And he satisfies me, moaning deeply while he fills me. Completely. I don’t want to go but I have to. And he knows well. So he comes closer to my ear and he whispers these wonderful words before he vanishes in the fog.
“Tomorrow you will not marry Starrick. Trust me!”
Confession [x]
Just Jacob being sexy 😉
Second image on the left is close to Jacob’s ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) face, hmmm? Wonderful art as always @iceplatinum! May we use it in future confession edits? 😀
‘I like to think that as a fellow British Assassin, Jacob’s teasing and low-key flirting would be a usual part of life, so THAT night after I’d been defeated in the fight club didn’t seem that different. While being patched up, lounging on the sofa, I’d not notice his wandering hands, the touches gradually getting closer, until I opened my eyes as the lightest kiss over my lips. He’d been towering over me, the kisses then beginning to grow heated before the roughest night imaginable.’
‘I recently bought fluffy handcuffs for my Halloween costume. I unfortunately didn’t get to wear them (*cough* or should I say use them *cough*) however it got me thinking; 40 year old Jacob cuffing me to the bed and fucking me senseless. Do I seriously have to wait for next Halloween for this delicious treat?’
‘When I can’t sleep at night, I like to imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by Jacob and Shay at the same time.’
Shay screencap [x]
‘I’ve fantasised about being in the middle of a love triangle similar to ‘The Phantom of the Opera.’ Crawford Starrick is the mysterious and ever-present Phantom and Jacob Frye being the safe and secure Raoul. But I chose Crawford every time, the man seducing me with his voice and his touch. He’d take me to his bed and he’d make me feel good until I ‘sang’ for him. We’d both fall over the edge together and I’d tell him I wouldn’t go back to Jacob, not after him.’
Confession [x]