‘I was telling my friend that I was craving fry bread (Native American food) thanks to @thenoahwatts Twitch streaming shenanigans and, but forgot to look for some while I was in Arizona…I made a typo and accidentally typed FRYE bread. Gosh now I can’t stop picturing Jacob placing FRYE bread on his nipples and covering it with honeh. Again thanks to Noah Watts’ Twitch streaming, I can never look at food the same way ever again.’
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“I had a dream the other night about Desmond, and that Desmond was having his way with me. After meeting him inside a bar, we hooked up and had sex inside a dimly lit hotel bedroom. He screwed me in every position imaginable like a well-hung porn star with the stamina of a horse…and honestly, I never even looked at Desmond that way until now. Although it didn’t help that he and I were both sorta drunk….perhaps the hottest part about the dream was him doing the spoon sex position, and telling me to use the Hitachi Magic Wand on my clit while he screws me from behind.”
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“After reading all those sausage confession posts for April fool’s day, or just whatever day I see sausage food porn on the DACS blog, I got a major craving for those things. I ended up getting a hot dog everywhere I go. I was eating some form of hot dog or another. And all I could think of while eating them was the sausages of the Assassini and how I would suck on them. Thank you DACS for giving me a sausage fest in more ways than one.”
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‘I know part of Jacob’s appeal is his voice, but I really want to gag him just to watch how his face would look like when I’m teasing him and he’s deprived of words. Just imagine the whole gamut of emotions colouring that handsome face when you’re giving him a blowjob. From angry and demanding to pleading and submissive. And even though he’s unable to say a word the sounds he’d make would be spectacular.’
‘Tis a little early for some of you, but it is Sunday on my end so… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
‘I was about to go to sleep when my overactive imagination started to wander: Older Jacob and I are one of the most valued patrons of this sex club. We are “performing” in the club’s mini theater that is meant to be the place where everyone can watch a couple having sex or entire orgies. We are naked from the waist down, he’s sitting on a sofa while I’m on top, riding him. I’m still not used to being watched so Jacob tells me to hide my face against his neck, and he knows that I love to savour his scent during sex anyway. At this point in my fantasy I got really aroused so I started masturbating.’
‘I move faster, harder, and he whispers, “You should see how they’re watching us right now. They all want you, even the women, but I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” I’m so close and he keeps whispering encouraging words to my ear. “Don’t hold back. Let them hear how much you love my cock inside you.” At this point I orgasmed so hard I actually did scream. Fantasy and reality started to blur in my head and I remember I had a huge smile on my face before I fell asleep. Woke up this morning feeling very refreshed. Found out that I slept for 7 hours which is really rare for me these days. Thank you, Jacob. 😘 ’
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This is sort of the prequel to The Phone Call, specifically the one requested here *coughs*
~ Signora Paola
“Still grieving the loss of Élise, Arno is not in the mood for lovely teasing or romantic intentions. His growling startles you, but in the next second he drags you into his arms and forces you to the bed. Passive aggressive he prepares you, leaving bite marks all over your body, before keeping you breathless for the rest of the night. Instead of begging for mercy, you ask for more and all Arno can do is obey this simple, yet wonderful order of yours.”