Martine

I meant to type this up last night, but things derailed a little bit…

Yesterday morning, I called back Martine to set up—well, I’m not sure I can quite call it a date, more like a sex appointment. We both knew what would happen if I called her and the short conversation somewhat confirmed it: we’ve got the hots for each other. She was direct and to the point: let’s meet at my place and “see what happens.”

When she showed up, I knew she meant business. That form-fitting red minidress she was wearing left little to the imagination. No bra and, as far as I could tell, no underwear. She wasted no time and gave me a kiss. Damn, I thought, Montreal girls are FAST! Then she mentioned she was hungry—she’d barely had time to finish work, change, and run over to my place. She was hoping we’d get dinner before “what comes next.” I was pretty hungry too (and not just for food), so I agreed. She suggested a place in Old Montreal, a restaurant called Stash Cafe, which sounded fine to me. I figured a cafe would be fast and not too expensive. Downstairs, we grabbed a taxi (it wasn’t walking distance from my place), which set me back around $20.

The Stash Cafe, it turns out, is not cheap, especially when your date likes vodka. They’ll gladly suggest you try their vodka sampler, and have more vodka of the type you like best. Then there are the appetizers, entrees, desserts, specialized coffees, etc. All through dinner, though, my focus was on something else—her incredible, absolutely stunning eyes (no, perverts, I mean her real eyes!). She had a way of looking at me that made me feel like the most important (and handsome, and smart, and capable) guy in the world. She asked me tons of questions, laughed at my jokes, and showed genuine interest in everything I did and thought.

And at this point, I know what many of you are thinking: “Jaycee,” you say, “she’s working you. This is what she does for a living. She’s just after your money and this is a test to see if she can hook you. Don’t trust her, she’s a pro.” And most of the time, you’d be right. But please bear in mind a few things. First, I’m friends with Brooke, which means I’ve learned a few things about “hired guns” trickery (hired guns is a term Brooke uses to describe girls who make a career exploiting their looks and how they affect men). Second, I’ve hung out with strippers in the past (Mandy and Roseanne, to name the obvious ones). I know the tricks and I’m not easily played.

So no, there was more at work there than Martine just working me. Now, I know she WAS working me, but that’s not what was working. I think the fact I couldn’t read her was connected to this strange attraction we felt for each other. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this was some kind of faerie trick, but by now I’m pretty much immune to faerie curses, so I knew that wasn’t it.

But I’m getting ahead of the story. Back to dinner, we wrapped things up after a bit, which set me back almost $200. That girl sure likes her high-rolling lifestyle, I thought. But it didn’t matter, we were headed back to my place and then I was going to get my money’s worth. On the ride back, we were both struggling to keep our hands off each other. The climb up the staircase was another struggle, with me following her and mock-pulling the hem of her minidress to see what she WASN’T wearing. When we got to my apartment door, I couldn’t take it and pushed her against it, her boobs squashed against the wood. She gasped and parted her legs, pushing her butt against me. I lifted her minidress, unbuckled my belt, and went for it. We didn’t care that we were doing it in the corridor! But I had a quick moment of clarity and while rhythmically ramming in and out of her, I unlocked the door and we both fell inside. I closed the door with my foot and took her like a dog.

Seriously, we were like animals in heat and acted out my every fantasy. It seemed everything I wanted to do, she wanted to do as well. And even more surprising, I had the stamina to match hers. We went at it for nearly an hour before we collapsed with exhaustion.

She left in the middle of the night. I gave her enough taxi money to get her back to her place, which is off the island of Montreal (in a place called Laval, just north of the river). Then I had a chat with my Minx to ask her if she knew what had happened. Clearly there was something supernatural at work, but she shrugged her tiny shoulders and said she knew nothing about that. I should ask Attitude, she said, she would know. So I did, and got some answers (but as always, with Attitude, I didn’t get the whole story).

It appears that Martine is what faeries call a thrall. They’re pretty rare, apparently, and they are highly suggestible. You know how AB blood types are called universal receivers? Thralls are like that, but for mind magic. And my Nudge ability apparently qualifies as mind magic. Except that instead of being this tiny little archaeologist hammer, it’s a huge sledgehammer. That’s what happened, I realized! Every little thing I wanted her to feel, she felt! And not just a little bit, a LOT! Thralls naturally amplify suggestions to ridiculous proportions. Attitude didn’t want to say more, but said what would come next would be a LOT of fun.

Is it just me, or is that a bit worrisome? But when Attitude doesn’t want to talk, there’s not much I can do, so we’ll just have to wait and see.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Arachnophobia

I think I’ve found out something interesting about Attitude. Maybe it’s something about all faeries, I don’t know.

Earlier today, I was cleaning up Cleopatra’s terrarium. (Cleopatra is my pet tarantula, if you didn’t remember.) I generally clean it up every few months to make sure it’s… well, clean. While I was cleaning up, I put Cleo away in the kitchen sink, figuring she’d be safe (wouldn’t fall off the kitchen counter). Tarantulas can’t climb stainless. While I was busy cleaning up the terrarium, however, Attitude flew by to see what I was up to. When she noticed the terrarium was empty (i.e. there was no tarantula), she paled and look around in a panic. She didn’t say anything, but I know my faeries and this one was terrified. Finally, she spotted Cleo in the sink and flew away prudently.

“You shouldn’t let that creature roam freely,” she said, her voice breaking a little. “Those things are filthy.”

“She’s not free,” I replied, “she’s in the sink. She’s not going anywhere.”

Attitude shrugged.

“I can kill it for you, if you want,” she offered. When I shook my head, she continued. “You like that creature?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s not as dangerous as people say, you know.”

“They’re filthy,” she repeated. “Maybe I’ll kill it while you sleep or when you’re gone.”

And she flew away, not waiting for my reaction.

I guess faeries don’t like spiders much. At least Attitude doesn’t.

–Jaycee

History of Faeries (I)

Last week, I questioned Minx to learn more about the history of faeries as well as the bad blood there is between them and humans. Bear in mind the following is a junior faerie’s opinion on the matter and it may be inaccurate in many ways. But perhaps it will help better understand how they feel about us.

ME: I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Attitude would never answer me this, but I hope you will.

MINX: Okie. Whatcha wanna know?

ME: Why do faeries hate humans so much?

MINX: Oh, THAT. Because we love you so much, s’why.

ME (after a pause): Not the answer I was expecting. But if I think about it, that’s an almost-human answer… We did something really bad, didn’t we?

MINX: Yup. You enslaved and killed lots of us.

ME: Well, if you tortured humans the way Attitude did me, I can imagine my ancestors would have gotten upset and–

MINX (frowning): No! That’s a silly notion! We LOVE humans, we almost can’t help–

Attitude arrived just at that moment and put a hand on Minx’s mouth.

ATTITUDE: Minx, you SHUSH now! I don’t care how much you like your human, you do NOT share our history with them.

MINX: MmffF?

ME: C’mon, Attitude, you don’t need to hide things from me. I’m not your enemy…

She glared at me and pointed a threatening finger.

ATTITUDE: YOU of all people better stay away from me! I may not be allowed to curse you anymore, but if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted by every person you meet in the street, you’ll back off.

ME: Whoa, all right, all right, I hear you. I just thought–

ATTITUDE: Don’t THINK! That’s how you humans get into TROUBLE. A little feeling wouldn’t hurt you, from time to time.

And with this, she let Minx go and flew away. I looked at my little faerie friend and saw tears welling up in her eyes.

MINX: I’m rilly sorry, Jaycee.

And she flew away.

The Mysterious Faerie

With Attitude now back, you’d think my life would be completely chaotic and all, but she’s been surprisingly subdued. In fact, most of the time, I don’t see her in the apartment. It’s like I’m the least of her worries. I’ve tried several times asking her about where she was during the last year, but she didn’t say much. I only know she went to some kind of faerie court to find out more about who was that unknown faerie that was messing with Morgan. With what I learned recently (about this Old Crow fellow), combined with what I’ve discovered about faeries in general, I think I’ve got a scenario that could possibly explain everything that happened.

In a nutshell: Old Crow has a faerie friend, similar to the way Minx and I are friends. Whereas I think I’ve got a handle on my own dark impulses (and I’ll admit I’ve worked with Minx to do some mischief in the past), I suspect Old Crow is a pretty sad fellow who just loves to humiliate women. Faeries, by and large, don’t mess with each other’s humans, but perhaps this one was talked into it by Old Crow.

This has gotten me thinking, though… Saving Minx from Cleopatra was an accident and she rewarded me by sharing her true name with me. Yay Jaycee and all that. But let’s put this in the context of human nature for a second. What if someone decided to do it deliberately? How many faeries are there in the world and how many can one “befriend” in total?

This is a pretty sobering thought.

–Jaycee

[$] Brooke — Missing Bodies

MEMBERS-ONLY ENTRY

Brooke is not having a good time. After his transformation back to a guy last week, he had no choice but to tell Meghan what happened to him. She was a little freaked out, but they’re working it out.

Attitude is pretty happy with herself over this one. I’ve tried to talk some sense into her, but she won’t budge. Since I’m friends with Minx, she doesn’t really try to curse me anymore, but she can still affect my friends, so I have to tread carefully. Plus, Minx explained to me that being a faerie friend doesn’t confer IMMUNITY to faerie magic, just better resistance to it. I’m not sure I want to find out what that means.

But back to Brooke. The thing that REALLY puzzles me, right now, is this: after the Mexican holiday, s/he and Mandy had swapped bodies. So the Brooke I was seeing was actually Mandy’s body. Mandy herself was inside Brooke’s female body. Now that Brooke is (mostly) back in his male body, what does that mean for Mandy herself? I’ve tried to ask Attitude, but she just shrugged and flew away.

Guess there’s no real way to find out, with Mandy out of the picture.

–Jaycee

Brooke’s Good Attitude

For those looking for news of Morgan, I’m afraid she’s gone silent. No responses to my emails and she wasn’t there on Wednesday when I visited Cherry Pick (again!).

Thursday, Brooke dropped by. I’d warned her that Attitude was back, but the two hadn’t run into each other yet. Considering how much chaos Attitude had wrought in Brooke’s life, I was concerned it might not go all that well–and make things worse for Brooke. But Brooke, despite all her womanizing flaws, isn’t stupid, and her approach was surprising.

“You!” she exclaimed, feigning some shock at seeing Attitude.

The faerie eyed her warily. Her wings twitched a little, a sign I’d come to recognize as pre-curse hostility. Then Brooke continued.

“I’ve been meaning to thank you for what you’ve done,” she said.

Attitude wasn’t impressed.

“I’m sure you did,” the faerie said, her tone dripping with acid.

“I mean it. First there was my other body, then this one–and this one is GREAT! But you know what, going through these changes has taught me a lot…”

Attitude raised an eyebrow, her posture relaxing.

“Taught you what?”

“Well, how female anatomy works… How it… y’know, *responds* to stuff. And the best part is now, I can REALLY turn a girl on, even without a dick!”

“So I’ve…” Attitude started.

“…made me a better lover, yes!” Brooke finished. “So I’m not kidding, I owe you a LOT. So thanks.”

I watched Attitude carefully, wondering if she was buying it. Brooke certainly sounded sincere, enough so that I was tempted to believe her.

That’s when Attitude shrugged, waved a hand in Brooke’s direction, and flew away. A bright glow surrounded Brooke. It faded, leaving Brooke a little dazed, rubbing his temples.

Brooke didn’t look like Mandy anymore. Brooke looked like himself. The male self, I mean. I had my bro back!

“Brooke! You’re BACK!” I said, dragging him by the shoulders in front of a mirror.

“Holy shit! I’m ME!”

Then it hit him–Meghan!

“Oh shit, I’m me!”

Yeah, I thought, that might be a problem. From his female self to Mandy’s body, then back to his male self–there was enough chaos there to turn off even Meghan.

Then Brooke got a suspicious look and reached for his crotch. His expression told me all I needed to know. The return to his male body wasn’t complete.

From the cupboard above the fridge, I could hear Attitude howling with malicious laughter.

–Jaycee

Cherry Pick’d (Take Three Aborted)

I meant to go back to the Cherry Pick on Monday, but that didn’t go according to plan. I’d worked from a nearby cafe all afternoon, and when I came back, Jennifer was sitting with her back against my door, watching the corridor. Clearly, she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t miss me.

I suspected we were going to have some kind of talk about what happened last time. I didn’t need to be a genius (or to have faerie sight) to tell she got instantly excited as I came up to my floor from the staircase.

“Hey,” I said. “Have you been waiting long?”

“Couple of minutes,” she said, getting up. She held up a small backpack. “I got brewskis. Thought we could watch season 2 of Homeland together. Or something.”

“Sure,” I said, unlocking the door.

I let her in. We moved to the kitchen. I put a frozen pizza in the oven while she opened up some beers. She handed me one.

“Urk,” I said. “They’re pretty warm.”

“They were cold when I bought them,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I said, skeptical. “You sure you’ve been here for just a few minutes.”

She shrugged. “We should talk.”

“Yeah, I guess we do. But look, I don’t want it to be weird between us…”

“Me too,” she said. “The other night… I got a little crazy, y’know?”

“That’s… an understatement,” I said, noticing her arousal rising a little as she probably remembered what had happened.

“But we’re buds, right? That comes first, not… you know… sex.”

“Hey,” I said, “I get it.”

But the truth was, I didn’t really get it. She was hot for me, but she was sending signals that she just wanted to be friends.

“Okay, I’m glad we talked about it.”

Huh? As conversations went, that was pretty short. And deceptively painless. For a moment, the coward in me thought it was over and almost let it slide. But then, I noticed Attitude sitting on the fridge, glaring in my direction. I had a hunch there would be trouble if I tried to duck out of the REAL conversation we should be having, so I shook my head.

“No, we’re not done, Jen,” I said. “What happened… it wasn’t right.”

“What do you mean?” She looked at her beer, which she absentmindedly held in front of her impressive chest. I couldn’t help notice her nipples were very hard.

“You… want us to be more than just friends, don’t you?”

“Um… I don’t think I’d put it like that.” She put her beer on the counter and got closer to me. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, lately. At night, I mean. I mean, during my sleep…”

Uh oh. Erotic dreams. I was willing to bet my left nut this was some kind of faerie trickery. She wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me closer. She looked up into my eyes and gave me a shy smile.

“Jen, we’re buds…”

She was pushing her breasts against my chest. Then she pulled my head in and her lips met mine in a soft kiss. She held me there for a few moments, then broke the kiss.

“We’re buds, and that comes first. But I’ve had the hots for you for YEARS, y’know? And you’ve never really seen me. Even after I got these.” She pointed at her boobs, still squashed against my chest. “But now, I know what I want. Heck, I got what I want, and I liked it.”

“Um… so what does this mean?”

“I liked it, like I said. And I want it again. I don’t want you to be my boyfriend, I just want… y’know, YOU.” She slid a hand into my pants. “And I’m pretty sure you want ME, too.”

I put my beer down on the counter and kissed her. So, friends-with-benefits it would be, I guessed. We’d probably need to define some guidelines later, but at that moment, I just decided to go with it. We started peeling off each other’s clothes, then one thing led to another. We lost track of time.

Oh, and we never got to eat that pizza. We got interrupted during our busy work when the apartment fire alarm blared, signaling our forgotten dinner had burned to a crisp in the oven.

It was worth it, I say.

The Return…

Attitude is back.

Some of you may have noticed some difficulties with the site in the last few weeks (including a blank page, wonky navigation, loss of old posts, etc.). You would think by now I’d have figured out that whenever something goes wrong, it’s because of a faerie. I didn’t use to think that, but the last years have definitely taught me the truth of that. So yes, it was Attitude’s fault.

But perhaps I should start from the beginning. I’ve pieced together what happened from talking to Minx, from some Attitude’s own comments, and by deducing the rest.

Attitude has been back in my flat since the beginning of February, more or less. Because she has seniority over Minx, especially where I’m concerned, she made Minx promise to keep silent about her return. Upon learning that Minx had shared her name with me, she became furious. While she understood why Minx had done it (I’d saved her life), it meant she could not directly affect me anymore.

So she did the next best thing: she “talked” to something called Blog. Apparently this “Blog” is a techno-magical entity (that’s my word for it) she created within my site a long time ago. She says it was there to “become me” and mess things up a little (more on that later). Attitude was so angry that she asked Blog to trash the site. Blog was very happy to do so and snuck in a bunch of malicious code everywhere in the site. This led to the blank page some of you may have encountered. (I’m glad to report that this was resolved and Blog no longer exists within my site, but there’s more to THAT story).

Attitude may not have been able to curse me directly, but that doesn’t mean she was helpless. She looked at the people in my life and decided to have some fun with them. And this leads to… Jennifer. She and I have been like brother and sister for the longest time (long-time readers of my blog know she’s just a friend to me). Attitude, however, decided to change that. Just this past Wednesday, Jennifer & I came back to my place after going to the movies. We decided to play some Guitar Hero for a bit. After a few games, however, Jennifer’s eyes flew wide open. Thanks to my faerie sight, I saw her arousal levels rocket skyward and break the sound barrier. She let out a sharp yelp and turned to face me. I realized I was in trouble and moved to stand up, but she was faster and pushed me back into the couch. She quickly straddled me, lifted her shirt and shoved her large dreamy boobs into my face.

Okay, let me pause the action for a moment. Folks, I’m just a guy. You shove these kinds of breasts in my face and I’m going to have an erection, no matter how I feel about the owner of aforementioned boobs.

So yeah, we did it. Un-pause.

And then, we did it again. And a few more times after that. Jennifer was quite the manic sex beast–something I didn’t expect from a shy girl like her. Even after several orgasms, I could see her horniness stayed at “11.” She wasn’t relenting. She kept looking down at her crotch in disbelief, as if it was a separate part of her that was out of control, and she couldn’t understand why it wasn’t satisfied. But understanding wasn’t required, just satisfaction. Even when I went soft, she found other ways for me to give her orgasms. I’ll tell you, she was pretty creative.

And suddenly, it stopped and she fell to the ground, exhausted and breathing heavily. I got up to bring her some water, but while I was in the bathroom, I heard the apartment door close. I peered outside–Jennifer was gone.

After that incident, I grilled Minx to learn more about why she did this to Jennifer, but she shook her head and remained tight lipped about what happened. I was about to get upset when I heard a familiar voice. It dripped with an anger and contempt I immediately recognized.

“Leave her out of this. This was my doing.”

Yeah. Attitude was back.

Minx Watch: Nuts

So…there isn’t a lot I can really see from the vantage point of Jaycee’s web cam. I’ve been able to slowly hack into various other web cams and security cameras around the immediate area with some care, so my viewpoint is slowly growing, but what I’ve discovered is the most interesting stuff is actually going on right here.

Well, duh, right? Continue reading “Minx Watch: Nuts”

Of Cereals and Squirrels

I saw the darnest thing this morning, at breakfast. There I was, eating my cereals, when I saw a squirrel outside the back window. It was just scurrying around, looking for food. At first, I thought nothing of it, until it faced the window for a second. Then I saw it was a male.

An impressive one.

I’ve seen squirrels before, and they don’t come equipped with this kind of (ahem) male gear. This one was sporting a set of genitals I’d have expected on a small dog.

Attitude (who happened to flutter by at the same moment) denied any involvement in this. She added, “Better him than you, right?” and fluttered away.

Yeah. She got THAT right.

–Jaycee

Attitude’s New Friend

In my last post, I mentioned Attitude’s new friend. Some of you would probably think she’s found some new human to torture, but no, that’s not it at all. I mean a real friend, in the faerie sense of the term (whatever that means). It’s another BLOOMIN’ faerie!

From the beginning, now…

Attitude has been pretty absent from my life in the last few weeks (months?). Sure, there’s the occasional appearance, round of mockery, and minor curse, but by and large, she’s been unusually absent. She then shows up, on Tuesday, with this new little faerie trailing behind her. She’s not at all like Attitude, though. Where Attitude is brash, obnoxious and aggressive, that one is more timid and quiet. Naturally, no one would tell me her name, but since I insisted on calling her something, they said I should use “Minx.”

All week, Attitude has been parading in the apartment, telling Minx about all my sexual misadventures, and showing her all the good hiding spots. From what I could observe, it didn’t look like Minx did a lot of magic. She flew around, staying close to the walls, and was quick to dart away any time I tried to engage in conversation. She looked more scared of me than I was of her.

Last night, Mandy came over. We were supposed to watch Game of Thrones (excellent series!), which I’d downloaded for the occasion. Because of my erectile situation, Mandy and I have worked out a routine: I stay on one end of the couch, a pillow in my lap; she stays at the other end, on the right, and we put the popcorn in the middle. And so it was last night, just as usual. Except that about half-an-hour through the episode, I hear some tiny giggling coming from my left. From behind the lamp, both faeries are chuckling as they look past me, toward Mandy. I turn to check out what’s so funny, and understand immediately what’s going on. There was Mandy, just watching the show, not really noticing that her nipples had become EXTREMELY pointy. One hand had casually reached up to scratch the left one. Her breathing seemed a bit heavier than normal. Noticing something was wrong, she turned to look at me and saw where my gaze had settled. Looking down, she gasped and withdrew her hand quickly.

“Damn! What’s going on with THOSE?” she said.

There was more tiny giggling on my left, but I don’t think she heard it. Now that she seemed aware of what was up, it seemed like her nipples softened up and she was back to normal in moments. I tried to make some kind of joke to lighten up the mood. I didn’t want her to realize the faeries might be messing with her. She might decide to avoid coming to my place, and then I’d really be mostly by myself.

“Ha! Looks like you’re REALLY enjoying Game of Thrones!”

She laughed.

“Well, considering how YOU’VE been… afflicted, you like it a LOT MORE than I do,”

We joked a bit more and I tried to hide my growing concern that the faeries might be messing with Mandy. I hope that’s not true, the girl’s gone through enough already.

–Jaycee

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