‘40 y/o Jacob seems like a man who will growl like a beast as he pounds into you like there’s no tomorrow.’
Hello! This is my 1st time making a confession but it looks like fun so I’ll give it a go! And this doesn’t have to be anonymous! “I don’t know what has gotten into me lately but all I can think about is Jacob and I making the sweetest of love. He keeps telling me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me while caressing all my body and going in and out of me slowly until we finish together satisfied. We cuddle tightly and I whisper, “Jacob, you are my world.” He smiles. “And you are mine.”
Confession [@llljacobfrye4lifelll]
Congratulations on your first confession! We are sure Jacob is very pleased. 😉
I just finished Jack the Ripper DLC and oh my god… Jacob… He just went from “Your daughter wants to date me” to “Your daughter calls me daddy too”… I wouldn’t mind being dominated by 40 year old Jacob every damn night… This daddy…
I may prefer a dominant Jacob who loves to overwhelm and reduce me to a panting mess, but interestingly enough I find that when I masturbate thinking about him, the one image that sets me off the quickest is myself being on top and riding him to oblivion. I imagine riding him so hard he’d actually beg for me to slow down a little. But no, of course I wouldn’t do that. I’d fuck him harder and faster until I come. He’d try to sit up, to gain some semblance of control, but I wouldn’t let him. Whenever he’d jerk upwards, I’d place my hands on his chest and push him forcibly downwards. “Don’t move. You’re my fuck toy for the night,” I’d hiss at him. He’d moan out loud, unused to hearing unbridled filth from me. “Yes, I’m your fuck toy,” he’d whine in between gasps. I then notice how pretty his mouth is and I’d hop off from his cock, ignoring his protests.
“As much I love hearing that voice, sometimes you talk too much, Jacob,” I’d scold him. I’d then crawl my way towards his face and sit up, positioning my pussy on his mouth. I’d look down at him, smile at how utterly needy he looks. I’d lower myself until I feel his mouth pressing hard on my wet and well-fucked flesh. “Do what your mouth is made to do,” I’d growl.
I’d fuck his mouth and tongue, but not nearly as hard as I rode his dick; a part of me would hold back because I’d worry about crushing him. He’d notice this and would grab my butt and thighs, pulling me harder against his face. I’d look down at him and see him watching me closely; seeing him all flushed and sweaty while pleasuring me with his mouth would make me come so hard I’d throw all caution out the window and ride that handsome face wildly until I’m spent.
I’d roll over and collapse beside him, panting heavily. I’d reach for his cock, intent on returning the favour when I realise, from the long streams of cum on his abdomen, that he’d already climaxed as well. “How….?” I’d ask, puzzled because I knew both of his hands were on me the whole time.
He’d grin widely, clearly proud that he was able to come spontaneously like a teenager. “I love it when you take control.”
‘Just imagine having rough, dirty hate sex with Jacob on the train, trying to keep quiet so that Evie and the Rooks won’t notice.’
‘I want Jacob Frye to fuck me hard and dominate me in a dark alleyway in London. All the while telling me how much of a good girl I was for him as he cums inside me.’
One of the things that I like fantasising about is waking up to Jacob making love to me. I imagine telling this to him and at first he’s hesitant. “If you’re asleep, I wouldn’t know if really want it, love,” he objects, concern furrowing his brow. “Jacob, you know that only time I wouldn’t want to have sex with you is when we’re visiting my parents,” I reassure him, laughing. He assents to it and whenever we go to bed, I fall asleep, aroused at the thought, wondering if I’d wake up to his cock or fingers buried inside me, or to my thighs resting on his shoulders while he feasts on me.
Being the tease that he is, he takes his time. He waits until I’ve completely forgotten about it. At first I think I’m dreaming. I fall into lucid dreaming easily; I love the feeling when I know I’m about to get into that state because not only does it give me control over my dreams, it makes me feel heightened sensations.
So, at first I think I’m just in that lucid dreaming state… until I realise that I can’t control it. The sensations are intense; it feels like I’m being kissed, licked, and caressed by a countless unseen subjects. My moans are uncontrolled, random words are spilling from my throat, and they get louder and louder until one harsh cry finally jolts me awake. When my vision clears, I can finally feel and see him. Jacob’s face is mere inches above mine, hazel eyes blown with desire, as he fucks me slowly. Too slowly. “Faster,” I gasp. He lets out a loud groan then and acquiesces to my request. We come not too long after.
When our orgasmic high wears off, he gives me his trademark self-satisfied smirk. “What?” I ask a little defensively, knowing that *that* smile means something rather ominous.
“You kept moaning ‘daddy’,” he replies, sniggering.
“W-w-what?!” I yelp, blushing profusely.
“’Oh, please, give me more, daddy!’” he says in a falsetto, imitating my voice and accent.
I can feel mortification running through my veins and I punch his arm. “You’re lying!”
“Now, now, you know I always tell you the truth,” he scolds me lightly. “Besides, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” The smirk in his face deepens. “I’ve been wanting you to call me that for a long time.”
Imagine finding all your sex toys gone, and in their place, is a shirtless Jacob Frye laying on your bed, who then says in a sultry tone, “Why use them, when you have me?”
“I want to worship your body,” Jacob purred, caressing my bare skin. I noticed he was hard and gladly, I mounted him. He cupped my breasts teasing my hard nipples. I rode him as his hands strayed all over my body aiding my movement. I knew he couldn’t take it anymore when he pushed me off and threw me onto the bed and towered over me. His thrusts were rough but the pleasure was all that mattered. After all that violent lovemaking, he brought me into his arms. Kissing my forehead he said, “You are my goddess.”
Confession [@jezsiema]
‘I really want Ratonhnhaké:ton to dominate me. I want to come undone on his cock, while he doesn’t stop, I want him to fuck me passionately. I want to feel his thirst, I want to feel his grasp, his calloused hands. I want him to growl in my ear, “You’re mine. Show me you’re mine.” Because I know he’s got that repressed wild animal under that sweet teddy bear look.’
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