Well, at least SOMEONE around me is in the Holidays spirit. Last night, Mandy dropped by my place, accompanied by Brooke, carrying candy canes and collecting charity money to give to the homeless. And, clever as always, Mandy had devised a great way to increase the donations: she dressed Brooke up in a sexy Miss Clause outfit. I think she deliberately chose one that was a bit too small for Brooke, who was (ahem) bursting out of it in all the right places. And of course, Brooke (in his confused state of double sexual identity) was hilarious to watch. Half the time, he looked naturally sexy; the other half, he was squirming with embarassment (or at least, I THINK it was embarassment) and trying to adjust his boobs so they’d stay in the costume.
Continue reading “The Brooke Clause”
I haven’t heard anything from Lana since last week. I’ve been silent here, I know — I’m a bit too depressed to make updates. 🙁
It’s clear to me by now that this isn’t Attitude’s doing. She’s not gloating or even bringing up the topic of what happened. Typically, whenever she does something to me, she’ll find ways of asking me how I am, how my day went, etc. All tricks to get a glimpse into my misery. But since the “revelation” of what I did last week, she’s been mysteriously quiet, absent, or even (is that possible?) sympathetic.
Continue reading “Still No News”
This morning, I received a message from the very nice folks at HeatherDale.com (of COURSE they’re nice — they’re Canadians!). They’ve advertised on Bloomin’ Faeries! recently and liked the response they got from you readers. Not only have they mentioned Bloomin’ Faeries! on their own website, but they even went so far as to send me a sample of their latest CD, which I loved. It’s sweet, and engaging, and chipper — if you’re a fan of McKennitt or McLachlan, you’ll love their stuff.
So I felt it would be only fair to give thanks by providing a link back through this blog. If you have a chance, click on it and listen to the samples on their main page. Then, if you like it (and I KNOW you will!), why don’t you encourage them by buying a CD or three?
–Jaycee
The last day have been very rough, ever since I’ve come to my senses.
Last night, I couldn’t take it and called a few friends to see if anyone would be willing to come over and keep me company. Help get my mind off things and all. But the ONLY person who was free to come was (oddly) Brooke.
How pathetic is that, right?
Continue reading “Finding Comfort”
Let’s all take a pause from the raging chaos that is my life to admire this oh-so-lovely rendition of Princess Heather, courtesy of artist Russell Platt. This came at just the right time, too: I was considering stopping the Art4Ads program, when (yesterday morning, no less!) this just dropped in my mailbox, completely out ofthe blue. So enjoy.
I’m going to make this post “sticky” for a week, so it’s going to stay at the top of the blog section for that time. If you’re here to read the blog, you’ll have to scroll down — sorry! 🙂
(And if you’re an artist, and would like to trade art for ad space, please don’t hesitate to
contact me.)
Last night, soon after posting my last blog entry, I came to my senses. It took me a few minutes to relive the events of Monday night, and realize it had to be some faerie trick! I mean, I DON’T know how Morgan found herself at La Rose Noire, nor why I would think that it was my plan all along to have a threesome with her and Lana. Or — worse yet! — why I would have wild, non-stop sex with her for over twenty-four hours.
All I know is that there’s no way I’d do anything like this. Someone must have done something to me, either a spell, or faerie dust, or some kind of magic philter, or SOMETHING! I’ve questioned Attitude, who blasted me for always accusing her of everything that goes wrong in my life. She TRIES to do things for me, she says, and I’m just IMPOSSIBLE to work with. And there was a lot of “fae talk” in there that was just gibberish to me, but I got the idea. I don’t think it’s her doing…
And Lana still isn’t picking up my calls.
What a mess!
–Jaycee
I know there are a lot of naysayers out there who were betting that something would go wrong during the night. I mean, it DOES seem (at times) like my life is a bad soap opera, right? And every time I talk about it, it sounds like there’s always some kind of sexy disaster about to happen, or it’s already in progress, or it just happened.
Well, not Monday night!
Really, it was a perfect night, and I’m sure Lana would tell you the same, if she’d just pick up the phone and answered my calls.
Continue reading “Lana’s Birthday (Part II)” 
…is today!
Tonight, we’re going to a French restaurant, “La Rose Noire.” I hear great things about it. I’ve even reserved a private violinist to play romantic music for us during dinner (Lana loves the violin). THEN, after dinner, I have rented a limo to pick us up and take us to the casino.
That should be fun.
–Jaycee
It’d been a while since Morgan had had a meltdown in front of me. This morning, it happened again.
It was a bit before the mid-morning coffee break. I was about to get up to get my morning IV shot of caffeine when she casually passed by my desk and asked for my help with some stationery inventory. I was impressed by how nonchalant she was acting considering the signs of arousal she was displaying beneath her clothes. And of course, as I was getting excited (not my fault, I swear!), so was she. So we went away, and the moment we were away from view, she pushed herself against me, straddling my thigh with her damp crotch.
Continue reading “Holding… Firm?”
Goddammit!
Morgan is parading around the office today, wearing a thick sweater and a long skirt. That’s fine for everybody else, but *I* can see she’s not wearing any panties or any bra. I can also tell she’s getting aroused whenever she catches me glancing at her. She’s been giving me these predatory looks that just mean I’m in trouble or something.
Continue reading “Seeing Right Through Her”
When I woke up this morning, I could feel something was wrong with me. When you’ve been afflicted by faerie curses a few times, you begin to notice a few patterns. Like what I was feeling this morning — a combo between a hangover and a slight fever. If you’re a normal person, you probably would think it’s just a bad day. Me, I know better.
It wasn’t long before I found out what was wrong with me. The moment I ran into Morgan, I knew I was i trouble.
Continue reading “The Price of Victory” 
Yesterday, Lana was over for dinner — just the two of us, at last! (With the rotating doors letting a constant stream of women in and out of my flat, some private time is always welcome.)
The plan was to just have dinner together, drink a little, watch a romantic comedy, and completely avoid the topic of her condition. She’s been in a bad mood because of it for the last few weeks, and it looks like the test results didn’t reveal anything. So I tried to cheer her up by being a good boyfriend.
Continue reading “Lana Confesses”
