Poor Mandy. She cleaned up the table after dinner last night. As she reached for the bread basket, her hips came into contact with the edge of the table. She let out a little gasp, which caught my attention.
“Something wrong?” I called out from the kitchen.
“Ah… Oh, I just… Oh! Oh no… OooOoOooh…” Continue reading “Triggers! (Part IV)”
Minx was in great form today. Seven pranks, in all, iterated 2-3 times each. I’ve had so much sex (with Mandy, on my own, and, once, with a warm cheesecake) that I wonder how long we’ll have the stamina to keep this up.
But the worst one wasn’t done to either one of us. Jennifer caught us by surprise last night, arriving around 8PM, with a stack of boardgames. DAMN! I’d forgotten all about that! We’d agreed to start a boardgame night every other Saturday, and this one was to be the first. Mandy and I looked at each other, knowing this was trouble, but we couldn’t come up with a good excuse to cancel. While Jen went to the fridge to get herself something to drink, we reluctantly setup the first game (Zombies!!!), still wondering if there was some kind of way out. Continue reading “Triggers! (Part III)”
Another “lovely” trigger from Minx:
When I arrived home last night, I dropped my things on the counter and went to my comfy seat in the living room to watch some DVDs while waiting for Mandy. The moment my butt hit the leather, my jeans (which are normally pretty baggy) suddenly tightened around my legs and crotch, and turned into black leather. Worse yet, some kind of invisible force started rubbing me at the crotch area, and I “grew” rather impressively. Enough so that, in fact, my pants couldn’t “contain” me, and Mr. Jaycee Junior poked his turgid head above my belt. Continue reading “Triggers! (Part II)”
After what I told Minx yesterday (I swear, it just happened!), I knew I was in big trouble.
And I was right. Continue reading “Triggers!”
Earlier this week, after someone sent me a link to a video clip of the movie Orgazmo, I remembered this was one of the “mystery DVDs” I received a few months back. I’d stored those away from view to avoid misuse, but upon seeing the clip (and after Minx’s little gift on Sunday/Monday), I thought it might be an opportunity to have some fun.
For those who haven’t seen the movie, it’s about this Mormon guy who stars in bad porn movies, but then gets equipped with a techno arm attachment that shoots orgasmic rays. One shot sends you to the moon. Multiple shots? Well, you see stars. Continue reading “My Hand is an Orgazmic Ray Gun!”
Fortunately, the cold nose thing didn’t last long. Barely a day or so. Looks like Minx doesn’t have the same firepower as Attitude did. But what she lacks in duration, she makes up for in tenacity.
So it looks like she’s been messing around with a number of little things, from plants to squirrels to Mandy’s nipples. By and large, this isn’t a BIG problem. But today, she surprised me a little. She flew up to my face, all buzzing and excited, and said she had to do a good deed. An annual thing for faeries. But since Attitude didn’t really cover this with her, she wanted my advice. Not that she CARED, she was quick to add. In fact, she wanted to know so she could do something else. Continue reading “More Minx Mischief”
It’s been over THREE weeks since my last update, and I’m terribly sorry about this. Some real-life stuff, such as switching the site from one hosting service to another, have taken up some of my time. I’m wondering if this has to do with the weird behavior of my phone, a while back, or the mysterious (and apparently enchanted) DVDs I received. Guess someone has it in for me, right?
Well, buster, I’m not quitting. Continue reading “So Jaycee, Where Have You Been?”
Enough with the suspense, here’s what happened on Sunday, AFTER Mandy noticed Meghan sitting by herself at a table on the ground floor.
As I said, she wasn’t really alone. She was soon joined by Brooke, dressed in her unmistakable pick-up artist style. It used to good on her as a guy, it now looks even better on her as a chick. And that hot chick was now hovering again around my ex-girlfriend, Meghan. If you’re just now joining us, you should know that I throw up a little in my mouth, these days, every time I think about Meg. And while I’ve moved on and forgiven Brooke for sleeping with her (as a guy) when she and I dated, my stomach sank low when I noticed the two together at Coffeehaus. Continue reading “Guess Who I Saw at Coffeehaus? (Part 2)”
I’ve recently found a new place to hang out, a coffee shop called Coffeehaus. I’ve been going there for a few weeks to write up my scripts for the strips. The atmosphere is pretty hip. They have carpets, and tons of bookshelves with real books. Books from the 19th and 20th Century, covering all sorts of topics. And the place has two floors, and serves coffee at tables, unlike Starbucks. The waiters and waitresses are very friendly, and remember what you want when you’re a regular.
This morning, I went there to write, accompanied by Mandy, who wanted to tag along to buy some fashion magazines. (She’s not ACTUALLY into these magazines, she says; she just wants to make fun of the skinny models and silly quizzes they have.) I didn’t mind her company, on the contrary. It was nice to have her there, especially because it gave me someone to bounce ideas off of for sexual gags. So we went to my usual table, on the second floor, in the corner, and I got to writing. Continue reading “Guess Who I Saw at Coffeehaus?”
Last night was odd, to say the list. Mandy and I had sex (the standard way, if there’s such a thing). Afterwards, the conversation drifted off into sexual performance, foreplay, and mutual satisfaction. And in the spirit of open and honest communication, I disclosed to Mandy I somewhat felt inadequate with her.
Let’s face it, she’s had a LOT of experience, and (thanks to some faerie-enhanced years) she’s become QUITE the sexual athlete (even if she says she’s forgotten a lot when she returned to normal). So when I seemed absent-minded after sex, she asked me what was on my mind. I told her what was up and she just smiled. It wasn’t a mocking smile, just kind of reassuring. “You shouldn’t worry about that. I’m with you because I like you. I’ve liked you for a LONG time, and for other reasons than sexual prowess. BETTER reasons.” Continue reading “A Lesson in Cunning Linguistics…”
…It’s me!
On Friday, I thought I’d be a funny guy and subject Brooke and Roseanne to Mood Boobs. For those who don’t know, it’s on one of the bunch of DVDs I received last week. It’s the story of this flat-chested girl who, while holding a magic crystal, wishes she had mood boobs: they’d grow bigger when she clapped her hands or got horny; her nipples would get rock hard and pointy when she’d get angry; etc. You get the idea.
Mandy was in on the joke, too. Because it’d only last a day (like the Freaky Friday curse), we both figured there’d be no lasting harm, so why not had a little fun, right? Continue reading “Who’s the Boob? That’s Right…”
Well, it looks like the DVD Curse lasted only 24 hours, and now both Mandy & I are back to normal.
I’m looking at the other DVDs, and I’m wondering at the possibilities. I know I shouldn’t THINK about this, but I have people coming over tonight… including Brooke & Roseanne. I’m wondering how they’d react to Mood Boobs (which, from the description, sounds rather amusing).
–Jaycee
