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“I’m doing it.”
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--Jaycee "I'm doing it."
The sixth eBook from the “Torment of Nicole Swan” series, titled “His to Command” is now available on Smashwords. If you’re a member of this site, you can find this eBook for free in the Members Area. If you’re not, however, you can purchase it for 50% off ($0.99) if you use the coupon ZT92W before February 1.
“I’m doing it.”
I went to the Ottawa Pop Expo last weekend, figuring I’d get a small dose of geekness and check out the guests, cosplayers and attend a few panels. There were a number of apparently famous Montreal cosplaying beauties walking around the con (girls like Bianca Beauchamp, Ariane St-Amour, Marie-Claude Bourbonnais, etc.), but I didn’t expect to run into one of my fantasy pin-up girls: Jenny Poussin herself. I’m not sure if she was dressed as a character from a particular show, but she was wearing a small (undersized!) white blouse, a plaid skirt, and a loose tie around her neck. She was a vision of hotness. (I mean that in more ways than one—thanks to my faerie sight, I was able to notice a fairly high level of arousal, like a 6 or 7 out of 10, just from the attention she was getting from the drooling fans flocking around her. Most girls don’t get past 3 or 4 in these situations.) She is a naughty girl indeed!
Seeing as I was accompanied by Minx (who had expressed some curiosity about cosplayers), I tried being careful about my thoughts, but I must’ve had a quick thought about “getting my hands on those puppies” or something like that. Minx bounced up and down on my shoulder and, doing a Jeannie impression (she’s been watching WAY too much of that show lately), she folded her arms and nodded vigorously. “Wish GRANTED!” she shouted, laughing. (To people around, she probably just looked like some toy butterfly on my shoulder—nothing THAT unusual or noteworthy at a geek convention.)
And just like that, the lovely Miss Poussin lost control of her hands. She stared in shock as she bared her breasts, then started fondling herself. Immediately, her arousal shot up, despite (or perhaps because of) being in public. I wanted to glare at Minx and reprimand her for doing this, but frankly, Jenny Poussin is way to hawt for me to miss out on this. And so I watched, noticing she got past a “9″ on the horny scale. That’s when she raced for the bathroom, with Minx chasing her through the convention hall. I tried to follow, but quickly lost them when they entered the ladies’ restrooms.
About fifteen minutes later, Jenny came out, looking in control again. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but she looked otherwise fine. I did a quick check and noticed her arousal was down to a “2″ now. Minx reappeared and landed on my shoulder. She whispered into my ear, “She totally did it with this other girl. You would’ve liked it, it was pretty sexy.”
“I’m doing it.”
P.S.: just in case you don’t believe me, here’s a pic (bigger version available in the members area).Share
The fifth eBook from the “Torment of Nicole Swan” series, titled “Udder Hell” (yeah, we went there) is now available on Smashwords. If you’re a member of this site, you can find this eBook for free in the Members Area. If you’re not, however, you can purchase it for 50% off ($0.99) if you use the coupon WQ48Y before December 1.
“I’m doing it.”
You’ve probably noticed already, but the site has had a face lift. It was long overdue. I’ve retained the services of a great friend of mine (we’ll call him Whisperjeff to protect his identity :)) and he’s spent the last few weeks tinkering around the looks of the site. I’m thrilled that we were able to roll it out last night with minimal glitches.
One problem you may encounter is that the site looks wonky at first. This may be the result of old files that your browser hasn’t replaced yet. I suggest you clear your browser history and reload the site–it should be all good then. Certainly worked for me.
Hope you enjoy the new look as much as I do. It’s less cluttered, sexier (yay!) and more professional. T’was ’bout time!
“I’m doing it.”
A few years back, we held some art contests. I thought I’d lost the pictures through some site overhauls, but lo and behold, I just found them again. I figured they should be viewed again, so I’ve updated the “Bloomin’ Art!” section so you can check them out.
If any of you out there have an artistic streak and would like to contribute something, I’ll be glad to add it in that section.
“I’m doing it.”
Wow, it’s been a while since I posted. Having a new job in a new city is pretty time consuming.
First, let me tell you about where I live. When I arrived in Montreal, I rented a small place for a month, just while I figured out my real options. Now, I’ve got a real place of my own on Avenue du Parc, near Sherbrooke (for those who know the area). It’s walking distance from downtown Montreal (not far from the underground city) and a short bike ride from work. Awesome location! The place is what they call a 5 1/2, here, which is a 3-bedroom apartment–except that it isn’t because the living room and dining room are merged into one very large living area. It’s all very open and I have–wait for it…–a FIREPLACE! How awesome is that?!?
So there’s that.
And then there’s Martine, who’s become my girlfriend, for all intents and purposes. My place is not very far from her workplace and she’s all but moved in with me. She says it’s just more convenient for her than going back to her own apartment, which is outside the island. Sure. I believe that. I think she just enjoys the sex.
And we have a lot of it. Martine gets powerfully aroused by the mildest sexy thought I have, which can be entertaining. Two weeks ago, I went to see her perform at Supersexe. When she went on stage, I remained at my seat and watched her, sipping my beer. Watching her gyrate against that pole, my mind wandered a little. For a moment, I imagined her REALLY giving that pole a good time, then was brought back to reality by a loud moan coming from the stage. Sure enough, Martine had become incredibly turned on. She had pulled her bikini bottom out of the way and was grinding her crotch against the pole like a woman possessed. The trail of lubricant she left on it told the story of how far gone she was. Then she dropped on all four and pushed herself against the pole with back-and-forth motions that suggested she was being taken from behind.
Damn, that was one SLICK pole.
After her danse, she grabbed me and we went into a back area where she made me pay for doing that to her. The pounding I gave her was a harsh lesson indeed. But all kidding aside, we agreed I shouldn’t show up to her workplace anymore, it might be too distracting.
Which leads me to last night… I was at home, minding my own business, when I was looking at some photos on my iPhone. I fell upon a particularly sexy picture of Martine wearing nothing but a very tight little black dress. It looked one size too small and her boobs threatened to spill from the top. Look, I’m a guy, so it doesn’t take much to get my imagination running, so I imagined I was grabbing her boobs and fondling them. I imagined them being extremely sensitive, which would send jolts of pleasure coursing through her.
My phone rang. It was Martine calling. I picked up. She was on the other end, breathing heavily, barely able to talk.
“Oooh,” she started. “Are… are you doing this?”
There was a pause, then a sigh.
“My boobs. They’re so… so… aah…”
No way, I thought. She was home, in Laval, probably 10 kilometers from my place, if not more. Could it be that my fantasies affected her from THIS far away? I had to check. I fantasized about her boobs some more, especially about her nipples. I imagined them getting incredibly hard and so sensitive the slightest touch would send her into raging climaxes.
“AAAH!” was the immediate response. “Oh SHIT, Jaycee! I’m… AAAAAH! COMING! COMIIIING!”
So yeah, there’s that too.
Turns out I’m able to affect Martine from quite a distance, something that I wasn’t able to do before. Attitude and Minx were quick to explain that my hold over her is not surprising or unexpected. Attitude thinks I should have reached this level several weeks ago, but I’m a little slow in general, so she had no great expectations. Minx got into it with her, something she’s never done before. Unfortunately for her, Attitude can be quite the bully and my little faerie friend ended up flying away while wiping tears of frustration. It was an hour before I coaxed her out of her private cupboard. She and Attitude eventually made up and all was well.
But now, I’m a little concerned because I have to watch my thoughts about Martine all the time. For all I know, she could be driving her car when my thoughts turn sexy, and that could be dangerous.
As with all faerie powers, there’s a downside, it seems.
“I’m doing it.”