‘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 played my music player on shuffle and it started playing “If” by Janet Jackson. I haven’t heard it in a while so when I listened to the lyrics closely it struck me how every thing she sang was exactly how I felt about Jacob. “How many nights I’ve laid in bed excited over you? I’ve closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways.” Any Jacob fan would understand this 😉 And when I remembered its music video, I started fantasising that I was an entertainer in a private club and I was getting distracted by Jacob who couldn’t take his eyes off me.’
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I’m playing a female warlock in World of Warcraft and I just got a succubus as one of my demon summons. What I’d give to have an incubus instead… and I imagine the incubus to be Jacob (thanks to a previous confession). Like the succubus he’d use seduction to distract our enemies so that I could cast my most powerful spells. Unlike the succubus, however, he wouldn’t use his body to seduce. Instead, he’d use his voice. All our enemies – be they male, female, beasts and even other demons – would fall under the spell of his sinful voice. However, there would be times that even I’d get distracted. At first I’d think he was doing it on purpose and he was actually trying to get me killed, but I’d soon realise that he didn’t mean it because he’d look very distressed.
“I’d never want to kill you, mistress,” Jacob said in an almost reverent whisper as he healed the little gash I had on my arm. “When you summoned me to your world you made me whole. You made me taste what true freedom is.” He smiled at me, showing off his sharp fangs. “I don’t want to go back to my world now that I’ve seen what I can do here.”
“What do you mean?” I asked with difficulty. It was getting more difficult to form a coherent thought when every single word that came out of his luscious mouth felt like the most sensual caress on my skin.
He fondled my healed skin lightly. The smile on his face turned wider and he leaned forward, hovering his lips over my ear. “I’ve always wanted to partake in carnal pleasures rather than just cause them. And now that I’m in your world I can do that… and more,” he purred.
“Please,” I moaned, taking his hand and pushing it towards my aching sex.
Jacob would fuck me numerous times that night… and the nights after, showing the full extent of his demonic stamina. After every fuck I’d feel completely fatigued, but he’d tell me to use my spell to take energy from him. We’d do this so many times that eventually our life forces would be linked forever, and even when I’d gain enough experience to summon more powerful demons I wouldn’t. I couldn’t handle the thought of having a “pet” other than Jacob.
I recently broke up with a boyfriend when it hit me that my all my sexual experiences with my past partners had been so lackluster. I decide to share this with Jacob because I know he’d be non-judgmental about it. Upon hearing about my past experiences, he is horrified to learn that I faked all of my orgasms with my partners. He is angry, admonishing me that I shouldn’t have ever fooled them into thinking that they pleased me when they really didn’t. I try to reason out with him that I only faked them because I felt pressured every time their impatience was becoming obvious, but Jacob is adamant. “You’ve sent the message to your loser ex-boyfriends that they were good enough to give you an orgasm when they weren’t! What you should’ve done is tell them that no, you didn’t come and no, you weren’t even close to coming!”
I’m surprised at how passionate and thoroughly upset he is. “What would you do if the woman you’re with told you she hasn’t come yet and she’s not turned on enough?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Spend more time with foreplay, of course! That’s just manners. If she’s not turned on enough, then…” His eyes then widen in realisation. “You mean to tell me that they didn’t even try to make sure that you were ready?”
I feel very embarrassed, but I can’t take back my words now. “I know it takes me a while to get turned on, so I didn’t want to impose–”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jacob looks really angry now and I cower away, thinking that he’s mad at me. He notices this and he rubs a hand across his face. “I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at what you had to deal with.” He smiles at me ruefully. “Well, okay, I’m a little mad at you, too. This whole ‘others before me’ bullshit is getting old. Teach yourself a little selfishness sometimes, would you?”
“Easier said than done.” I sigh wistfully. “I just want someone I can experiment with. Just someone who can show me what sex should really be like, you know?”
There’s several seconds of silence before he nods. “Then let it be me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I can show you what sex is really like.”
“B-but we’re friends…”
“Would you rather have a stranger do it? At least with me, you’ll be safe. And it’s only one night. Unless you want more…?”
“Definitely just one night,” I reply quickly. I know that I already like Jacob more than someone is allowed to feel for a mere ‘friend’. “I don’t want any complications.”
He smiles. “No complications here, love. It’d be all fun and painless.”
Our first time is indeed fun and painless. He is very patient, backing away when I’m becoming tense and diffusing my anxiety with some light-hearted banter and humour. When he finally enters me, it feels like I’m a virgin again – not because it hurts, but because I’ve never felt so much pleasure before. When I wake up the next day I want to do it again, but I try to resist because it’s supposed to be only “one night.” But Jacob sees through me and shatters all my resistances. Before we know it, over a month has passed and we have been exclusively having sex with each other nearly every day. No complications? Yeah, right. I know that I’m well and truly fucked. In both ways.
After seeing this video I can’t stop imagining what would happen if I were in Mrs. Gladstone’s place. I would know immediately that this man was not the lover I was waiting for. He felt different and the scent that I breathed in was more rugged. Virile. “Who are you?” I asked. I tried to wiggle from his arms, but he was embracing me tightly from behind. “I know you’re not him.” He pushed me closer against the wall, trapping me further. “Nobody you should know, Miss. Just give me the invitation and I shall leave you be,” he growled in my ear. I let out a whimper, confused why my knees suddenly felt weak at the sound of his voice.
“Y-you know I can scream right now and alert my guards to your presence.”
The stranger laughed and the whimper that came out of my throat sounded more like a moan. “You had the chance to scream when you realised I wasn’t your lover, but you didn’t.” One hand trailed slowly downwards from my waist to my thigh and even through the layers of clothing his touch made me feverish.
“D-don’t test me, you brute. I can still scream at this instant.”
He turned me around then and I was struck mute by how handsome the man was. “The name’s Jacob, Miss. No need to make a fuss. I simply need your invitation to the Queen’s ball tonight.” I was becoming distracted – and really aroused – at how his lips moved and the way he ended his sentence with a purr.
“Make me give it to you,” I whispered.
The seductive and knowing smile he gave made my breath stutter. “Oh, I will.” He then kneeled down and went underneath my skirt. Oh, how I would struggle not to make any sound while Jacob introduced me to the litheness of his tongue and into the wonderful world of oral sex! I’d give the invitation to him afterwards, of course, but not without making him promise to see me again after.
‘I’m surprised nobody has really confessed about a band AU yet because I can’t stop thinking about Jacob not as a vocalist or even a guitarist of a band, but as the drummer. I only need to imagine him tearing through those drums like a wild animal, sweating and gritting his teeth as he does a vigorous drum solo, and I’m gone. Since I play the bass I like to imagine that we’re bandmates who haven’t admitted our feelings for each other, so there’s a lot of sexual tension between us. And since we’re both playing rhythmic instruments I could imagine we’d use it to tease each other about how fast and how intense we’d like it on bed. ;)’
These past few weeks were so draining for me mentally and emotionally to the point that my sex drive completely left me. I wanted my old horny self back so much because I knew I always worked and functioned better when I could blow off some steam every night. But sex was so far from my mind that even thinking about Jacob couldn’t stoke my flames.
That is, not until I started imagining 40-year-old Jacob telling me to sit on his lap while he listened to me rant about what happened.
He would be listening to me patiently, cracking up jokes every now and then to lighten my mood. I wouldn’t notice his hand on my knee that was slowly creeping up underneath my skirt because I was still in the middle of ranting. Then, he would give me one of his subtle smiles, gaze gentle but so rapt, and those would be enough for me to feel the stirrings of arousal.
It would shock me for a moment because it was SO long since I felt any kind of sexual arousal, that it would feel like reaching orgasm in itself. By this time, his too-warm and too-big hand would be grasping my inner thigh. He’d tease me through my underwear, his fingers circling and lightly tapping on my clit, then they’d slide back and forth against the length of the cloth, the subtle hint of his nail scratching against it making the sensation all the more intense. I would come not long after, surprising both of us, but what can you expect when I’ve been deprived for so long?
Jacob’s face would turn smug. He’d say, “It’s been two weeks. Don’t you come an average of thrice per night? We should make up for lost time” with that trademark smirk. My God, he would look so much more devilish (and so handsome!) than his younger self I’d tear his clothes off and feast on him right then and there!
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I had a dream the other night that I can’t forget about.
In it, Jacob and I go to a BDSM sex club. We don’t intend to participate, only watch. Although we’ve been doing a lot D/s play during sex, I haven’t gone to a club before. He has, but he doesn’t want to push me into doing things. There are so many “attractions” inside the club, but I’m drawn towards a dominatrix whipping a man. I’m so enthralled that I jump a little in surprise when a familiar voice purrs in my ear, “Enjoying the show?” I lean heavily against the body behind me, moaning a little when I feel arms wrapping around my waist. I tilt my head up to look at Jacob with a smile, only to get the shock of my life when it is a different man looking down at me with a wicked grin.
I jump back and nearly hit him on the face, but he merely laughs and doesn’t let me go. “I’m sorry, I thought you were my master,” I stammer, my mind racing at the realisation that this man sounds exactly like Jacob.
“Tsk, tsk. Your master would be so disappointed in you.” The strange man’s smile turns into a leer. “Looks like someone’s going to get spanked.”
“No, the only one getting spanked is you, Vex. Let her go.” Jacob pulls him away from me. He doesn’t look as angry as I had expected him to be. Instead, he looks more resigned, as if this is something he has dealt with many times.
‘Vex’ looks like he’s about to jump with glee. “Jacob, it’s been too long. And a spanking for me? Yes, please.” He eyes Jacob and me with interest. “Preferably from both of you.”
I can only stare at the two of them, the shock still not wearing off. “Why… why do you sound alike?”
Jacob and Vex look at each other with comical looks in their faces. “We don’t,” they reply in unison.
“You do!”
Jacob raises up his hands. “I think what my pet here needs is a little lecture on knowing what her master really sounds like.” He leans over to Vex and whispers something. From their body language – the way they’re leaning very close to each other plus how Vex wraps an arm around Jacob’s waist so intimately – it’s clear that they ‘played’ with each other before. They keep looking at me, smiling mischievously, as if they’re gossiping about something really juicy about me.
The next scene I can remember is I’m blindfolded. I’m pretty sure I’m naked, too. All I can hear is them talking, taunting at me to find my real master without reaching out to touch them.
“Getting warmer, love,” a voice calls to my left.
“No, I’m right over here, love,” a voice calls to my right.
It’s like playing a sexy game of “hot and cold” and I’m not sure if I can win it. Whoever I choose could do everything he wanted with me. If I choose correctly, I know the many pleasures to expect from Jacob. But if I choose wrong… Vex is a completely new territory and I’m both terrified and excited at the possibility of losing. Unfortunately, the dream stops right before someone takes my blindfold off. Damn, what I’d give to continue this dream… 😳
‘I’m sure I haven’t met the right person yet – and I’m not exactly brimming with sexual experience – but it frustrates me that I always have to “help” myself to get an orgasm. I’d like to think that it’s because my past lovers were just incapable of getting me off, but I know part of it also lies in the fact that it’s hard for me to open up. What I want is someone who could slowly take me out of that shell… and I imagine that it would be someone like Jacob. One of the things that drew me to him was his teasing nature, so I could imagine Jacob teasing me “just right.” He’d say things that would make me feel flustered, things about me that I couldn’t even bear to admit to myself.
‘I’d feel angry at first because it feels like he’s invading my privacy, but he’s only doing it because he wants me to understand that he accepts everything about me – insecurities, preferences, desires… everything – and the only thing he wants is for me to open up to him.
‘When he’s hovering over me, fingering or even fucking me, he’d keep his gaze on my face. I don’t like the feeling of being watched so closely, so I try to turn my face away or hide it with my hands, but he’d stop me. He’d sound so gentle, encouraging me to be open to him, revelling in the view when I come because he loves seeing a side of me I’ve never shown anyone.
‘And when I’ve finally become comfortable letting myself go, he’d encourage me to tell him all the wildest, most depraved fantasies I have and he’d return the favour and tell me his, too. We’d have long talks about it, and he’d be especially curious to know why I love certain fantasies. He may not share them, but that’s the beauty of it – we accept each other’s quirks without judgment.’
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The uncut version of The Phone Call is here and I am frankly embarrassed that the original 1763 word count ballooned to 7398 words. (/ω＼) Because of this, we have decided to again increase the Haystack’s word count to 10,000 words. You see, my primary reason for limiting the Haystack’s word count in the first place was really the fact that I wasn’t sure if the scripting we use could handle so many words! These past few months certainly proved that it could handle a lot. Heck, if we receive a submission that has more than 10K and it works out well, we may even forego the limit all together. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و
Grazie for reading and I hope all you Jacob fans enjoy this. ♥
~ Signora Paola