Tag: Morgan

Life Update

Posted on May 6, 2013 by Jaycee

So here’s how things have been lately.

First, Brooke and Meghan. With Brooke’s “situation,” you might have been wondering how their couple survived that setback. It probably won’t surprise you that the whole thing freaked Meghan out in the beginning. She already knew male-Brooke from way back, when she and I used to date, so the appearance change was less than a shock. The real problem was the… y’know, lack of male tools and all. As it turns out, though, Brooke’s a master at this particular type of craft and I get hints (from Meghan, actually) that some earth-shattering orgasms have changed her mind.

Jennifer is gone. Not from my life, I mean, but gone from the country. She took an IT contract in France (somewhere in Provence) until the end of August. I follow her adventures on facebook and she seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. Her French was already very good (I think), so I’m assuming it’ll be great when she gets back.

Morgan’s been coming over to my place from time to time. Attitude is the one who’s insisted I have her come over here because she wants to “study” her a bit more. For me, well… you know the drill. Lots of sex and all that. Attitude hasn’t shared her conclusions with me, but Minx says that the curses on Morgan are pretty complicated. She also says that Attitude gets very upset when Minx asks her questions about it. I think Attitude doesn’t actually understand the magic that’s on Morgan and that makes her irritable.

There’s been an interesting development in my faerie sight, by the way. I’m calling it the Nudge. As you probably know, I can tell a woman’s level of arousal pretty easily thanks to the Sight. That’s been a fantastic help in finding out if I have a shot or not with a girl. But there’s this gray, middle area where a girl is neither interested nor repelled by me. Normally, things either go one way or the other depending on what I say or do. But lately, with some coaching from Minx, I’ve discovered I can nudge a girl favorably toward me. I guess it’s more of a tug than a nudge, but why quibble over semantics.

So with this in hand, yesterday I went to a dance club where Brooke and I used to go and decided to try my luck with some of the girls there. I’m glad to report it was a success. I left with a dozen phone numbers, some from girls who even insisted I take it without my asking. I’m kind of tempted to challenge Brooke and see which one of us can get the most numbers in an evening. Am I becoming a ladies’ man? I guess so.

There’s just one down side to the whole thing: doing Nudges repeatedly gave me a pretty nasty headache by the end of the evening. But hey, I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

–Jaycee

Morgan’s Visit

Posted on March 28, 2013 by Jaycee

I was finally able to get a hold of Morgan through emails. She wanted me to come meet her at Cherry Pick again, but I knew how that would turn out. I decided enough was enough with the games and asked her to come to my place. She asked me what had changed my mind, which I took as a hint that Blog had probably used one excuse or another to avoid that scenario. I took the offensive, saying that it was time, she’d earned it, and I was going to make sure she’d get rewarded for showing up.

So she wrote back and accepted. That was on Monday. The appointment was last night. She showed up around 8PM, wearing a raincoat and carrying an umbrella. She shivered as she came in, even though it wasn’t that cold. (It was instantaneously obvious to me how aroused she was.) Under her coat, she was wearing a silk blouse, a jacket and a skirt. The blouse did little to conceal the two mounds of flesh that struggled against their boundaries. I noticed her breasts seemed to move freely, too — she wasn’t wearing a bra. I let my eyes drop a bit further down, noticing how high her skirt rode on her thighs. I could easily imagine my fingers reaching down then sliding up her legs, touching her moist junction. She gasped, almost as if she could read my mind. She squirmed a little.

“You have to…” she started, her voice trailing off. “Have to…”

I motioned for her to sit on the couch.Instead of complying, she made a quick decision and took me by surprise. She slammed her palms against my shoulders, throwing me down on the sofa. Without hesitation, she straddled me, her skirt riding higher and revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She’d come prepared. A wild woman on a mission. Within moments, she was kissing me and struggling to get out of her jacket. She ripped her blouse open, broke the kiss, and guided my head to her breasts. Thanks to my faerie sight, I’d seen my share of women getting aroused and I could tell she was ramping up WAY too fast for this to be entirely normal. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), I was getting into the heat of things myself, so one thing led to another. You know how it is. Less than a minute later, I was pumping madly inside her, my own heat fueled by her shrill cries of delight. When her orgasms came (there were many), they rocked her body so hard I thought she was being electrocuted. She didn’t need much time to recover, however, and we were back at it like wild weasels.

When we were both done and a little calmer, I cuddled with Morgan on the couch and absentmindedly played with one of her boobs.

“That was long in the coming, wasn’t it?”

She smiled. “But worth every second.”

It was time for us to have that conversation, I thought. No time like the present. Considering how difficult she was to find, who knew when we could talk about this again.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask,” I said, hoping to sound light and casual. “Why me?”

She seemed to stiffen just a bit in my embrace.

“You’re pretty cute,” she said, her eyes averting mine. “Do I need a better reason?”

She wasn’t being honest, I could tell. There was something she didn’t want to say.

“Come on, ‘fess up!” I reached down to caress the intersection of her thighs. “I have ways to make you talk!”

She squirmed and laughed a little.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she said.

“I don’t know about that. I’ve seen crazy and you’re not it.”

Though I had to admit, she’d done some pretty crazy shit in the past. The way she’d broken Lana and me up was pretty insane. Normal people didn’t do that. But to be fair, I live with faeries, and that’s pretty crazy too. I can’t exactly pretend my life’s not crazy either.

She must have sensed I was sincere, so she continued.

“I’m not like other people, I… Promise you’re not going to make fun of me, okay?”

There was real vulnerability in the way she said it. I nodded gravely.

“I… I have a curse. Many curses, actually…”

There it was. She was a victim of magic and she knew it. I didn’t say anything, just gave her the space to tell her story, and she took it She told me it had begun before she met me, at her previous job. She’d fired this man, a copy editor in his fifties who’d sexually harassed a female colleague. He promised her she’d pay for what she did. She didn’t know how he did it, but occasionally, when working at night, she started to get these odd sexual urges. Eventually, she switched jobs (that’s when we met), but the urges continued to occur, apparently centered around me. Things really span out of control around that time. Eventually, she ran into her former colleague, the one she’d fired, and he claimed he was the one doing all this to her. She thought he was crazy, but right then and there, he turned into a hot, wet, sexy mess, and she had no choice but to believe him.

I interrupted just long enough to confirm who that man was–the Hobo I’d met before. He never said how he could do all these things to her, but he gave her a choice: she could continue living like this, never knowing when she’d turn into a sex beast, or she could live with him. He would make sure she would live well and be happy. She turned him down initially, but the feelings of depravity got so bad she eventually relented. That’s where (and with whom) she’s been all this time: my nemesis, the Hobo.

“What’s his name?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I know I should know this, but I think he’s made me forget his real name. He just goes under a nickname, now.”

“What is it?”

“Old Crow.”

–Jaycee

Cherry Pick’d

Posted on February 28, 2013 by Jaycee

Looks like my life got complicated again.

Last night, I was supposed to meet Morgan at the Cherry Pick, a bar she said would be perfect for our reunion. Perfect indeed: it’s a strip joint, and not a good one at that. It’s in a pretty seedy area of town and you can tell from the entrance that it’s not going to be a great experience.

Regardless, I’ve been looking for Morgan for so long (I’d pretty much given up, I admit), it felt like the least I could do. At the same time, I was on guard, half expecting that freaky Hobo with the Funcam to try something. But no, no one in sight.

Our meeting was at 9PM, but I got there a little early because I was afraid I might get lost on the way. We’d agreed to meet inside, so I asked to be seated at a table in a far corner, ordered a beer, and waited for Morgan to show up. I kept glancing at the door, but she wasn’t there yet. 9PM rolled around, still no Morgan. The announcer kept announcing one girl after the next, always in that exceedingly dramatic and excited voice. (Is it just me, or these guys all sound the same? Do they go to a Strip Club Announcer School or something?) This girl Celeste climbed on the stage and started her act. She had a pretty hot body. She looked familiar and for a brief moment, I thought she might have been a friend of Roseanne. Then it hit me!

That was Morgan!

And BOY did she put on an amazing number! If you’ve ever been to a strip club (or talked to strippers), the dancing can sometimes be a tedious affair, performed without much conviction or effort. But not Morgan/Celeste, no way! She was flinging her body parts in all directions with wild enthusiasm, and ground her crotch against the pole like she REALLY wanted it inside her. And her breasts–sweet Jeebas, had she had some work done? They were spectacular! Flawless!

She finished her number and the few clients who were there applauded enthusiastically. On her way to the ladies room, she noticed me and her whole body suddenly jerked. She almost tripped, recovered, and blew me a little kissed. She held up a finger, suggesting “wait for me a minute” before vanishing in the restrooms.

So, from magazine editor to stripper–what a career choice. I had to believe that Hobo was behind it and looked for him in the room. Nope, nowhere. I returned my attention to my beer and reviewed my strategy in my head. Morgan would expect me to be the one she’d been in contact with all this time. There would be huge gaps in my knowledge, so I would just have to play along or make things up as I went. Next on stage: Cinnamon…

Morgan appeared next to my table and sat on a chair next to me. She put her hand on my arm, kissed me on the cheek, and snuggled to my side to make sure her thighs connected to mine. I knew enough about strippers to understand this was a standard trick to get me excited, but my faerie sight also confirmed Morgan’s own arousal was genuine. In fact, she was so horny that I found it a little contagious myself. I mean, what do you expect? I was sitting next to a hot woman who wanted nothing more than take me to her bed and let me have my way with her. Don’t tell me that wouldn’t get YOU excited!

“Thanks for coming,” she whispered in my ear, emphasizing the last word. (Or maybe that was just my imagination.)

“It’s okay… I wanted to see you.”

“Really? You… kept saying we shouldn’t, because it’d break the magic of the fantasies…”

Play along, I thought.

“Y-yes, but then, I kept imagining looking at you, touching you… and I can’t take it anymore.”

Her eyes shone and her arousal went up three notches. She grabbed my hand and got up.

“Good. Come with me!”

She dragged me along with great resolve. Within moments, and a five-dollar tip later, we were in a private booth in the VIP section. Morgan immediately sat on me and started gyrating, hands behind her head, breasts (covered) inches from my face.

“Oooh, I’ve been dreaming of this for so long…”

Great, I thought. Lap dances from the hottest boss I’ve ever had. This was headed South fast. Maybe some conversation… What’s going on with your life, how’s work, any big dreams you’re working on? I was still thinking of an angle when I noticed her excitement was flaring up out of control. Uh oh… And yes, within ten-fifteen seconds of starting the dance, she was grabbing my face and shoving it between her boobs as she was having a very frantic, wet orgasm that lasted half a minute.

I was hoping she’d be sated and we could talk for a while, but she ripped her top off, threw it away, and shoved a hard nipple into my mouth. Great gazoongas! That kind of thing just isn’t done! This is against the rules in all strip clubs I know, and if you get caught, well, it’s not good. And she kept grinding her crotch against my leg like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Again, a rocking orgasm.

Again, I tried to talk, but she turned her back to me and sat straight onto my erection (yeah, guess what, I had one!). And then, more grinding and rubbing, and all thoughts of conversation slipped from my mind until she came again. Then she face me, pulled her bottoms sideways and revealed how wet and ready she REALLY was. (She couldn’t tell I knew this already, and I didn’t mind having such a clear picture.) She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand (specifically, my middle finger) straight to the area that needed work. I kind of forgot where I was and what I was doing, and I bet you would’ve too!

So I was in the middle of THAT job when the curtain of our booth was flung open. A large black man in a suit appeared behind Morgan/Celeste, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her away from me as if she weighed nothing. He looked upset and I knew this wasn’t the kind of man you wanted to upset.

“Buddy, you know the rules! No touching there! Get out!”

Ah… Okay, that night didn’t turn out the way I thought… I got up, intending to leave as ordered.

“Not so fast,” he growled, putting a heavy paw on my shoulder. “Four dances?” he asked, glancing at Morgan. She nodded. “Four dances. That’s $60.”

I didn’t want to argue. I pulled the money from my pocket and handed it to him. He counted the money, but seemed dissatisfied.

“Tipping is sexy,” he added. His stare made it clear that I was GOING to be sexy, whether I wanted to or not. I added $15 to the sum, which apparently met with his approval.

“Now get out,” he ordered. “Exit this way.”

I looked at Morgan with questioning eyes. She gave me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for coming,” she said.

And then I found myself on the sidewalk, wondering what had just happened.

–Jaycee

Big Life Update

Posted on February 26, 2013 by Jaycee

I’ll get back to Attitude’s recent mischief in a moment, but since I haven’t talked about my life here in a good while, I should probably recap the last few months for your benefit.

I’m still working as a freelance writer, usually from home. Sometimes, I go in coffee shops, just so I can see people. Minx occasionally joins me and plays pranks on unsuspecting customers (usually minor stuff, like embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions).

I’m not dating anyone. After gaining faerie sight, it became pretty easy to pick up girls. It was a great boost to my self-confidence. I realized, however, that I was headed down a very slippery slope, morally speaking. Minx didn’t really understand why my problem was, but she helped me tune out the ability so that I don’t really notice sexual arousal unless I deliberately want to see it.

I dated Fredrika for a while, but it didn’t work out. I’ve come to realize I like girls with strong, bold personalities, and Fredrika was a bit too much of a wallflower for my taste.

Brooke and Meghan are still together. They share an apartment near the Old Port. It’s pretty posh.

I have no clue where Mandy is gone. She’s still MIA.

But now, back to the recent events. More specifically, let’s talk about Blog, that entity that had “invaded” my electronic space. It looked like something living in the cloud, in the vicinity of my website. It’s been wiped clean now, but it’s been keeping busy for the last year and change. Keeping busy doing what, you ask? Keeping busy maintaining a relationship with Morgan, of all people!

So here’s what happened (again, put together from my conversations with Minx and Attitude): Blog kept electronic contact with Morgan, my former sexy MILF of a boss. It went as far as impersonating me (video and audio) through Skype conversations. I’ve found the logs of those conversations, too. For some reason, Blog seemed to enjoy recording them. It seems to have learned a lot about me over time and did a very credible model of my appearance. And for reasons that are still beyond me at this time, it preyed on Morgan’s weird attraction to me, and had her do all sorts of very sexual things for the camera. (Seriously, I know people who’d PAY to see what she did.)

But that stuff isn’t the important (or most interesting) part of what happened. Blog’s logs have allowed me to find Morgan’s electronic contact info. So last night, I contacted her. I didn’t let on that I wasn’t the copy of myself (and I realize how weird this sounds as I write it), just to avoid alarming her. I’m still not sure what happened to her, but I want to find out. She’s in town, but didn’t want to tell me where she lives. We’ve agreed to meet in person. This surprised her a little, apparently because “I’ve” repeatedly refused to do it in the last year, but she was thrilled that I’d changed my mind. (From the way she talked, she’s way deeper into this relationship than I am, and I have to be careful about what I say and do, if I don’t want to spook her.)

So we’re meeting tomorrow night at some bar, the Cherry Pick. I’ll tell you more about it after I’ve meet her. Maybe this will be an opportunity to catch that Hobo that’s been torturing her…

–Jaycee

Quick Update

Posted on November 29, 2011 by Jaycee

Hey all,

Sorry I’ve been silent. We have a pre-Christmas rush at the office, so I’ve been staying at work later than usual. Not much time left for updates. But this morning, it’s a bit slower, so here’s what’s been happening to the people in my life (and myself).

  • Mandy hasn’t moved back in, and probably won’t. We talked about it, and she’s worried that too much faerie influence in her life might cause her to relapse to her older self. She said it came VERY close, during the Trigger Incidents, and she doesn’t want to go back down that road. She’s still living at Antony’s and is looking for a new place of her own.
  • Brooke and Roseanne are officially over. Now it’s all about Brooke and Meghan.
  • Jennifer has a new boyfriend. Which isn’t surprising. Ever since she “busted out” (a nice way to say she got implants), she’s been going through guys like mad. They’re usually hot hunks, with toasters for brains. She’s also going for a more feminine look — I saw her wearing a dress, the other day, and it was really weird for me. She’s not a tomboy-ish little sister anymore, more like a hot sexpot. My brain can’t quite cope with that yet.
  • I received a postcard from Zuri. She’s coming to town during the holidays. BAD NEWS! I’m going on holidays myself right after Christmas (Mexico, BABY!), so there’s a chance we’ll miss each other.
  • Morgan never reappeared. I don’t know where she came from, or where she went after she visited me, “that” time. Probably just as well. I’ve confessed the entire incident to Mandy, though, who was upset by the whole thing. She understood it was the usual faerie mischief, though, so she’s not holding a grudge.

That’s about all the news. Oh, and Minx has been very quiet. She’s been looking a bit nervous, these days, but she says it’s nothing. I hope that’s not the calm before the storm…

–Jaycee

Saturday Night Chaos (Part III)

Posted on November 9, 2011 by Jaycee

(CONTINUED)

After she guided my hands to her boobs, I kind of lost control of what I was doing. But there was good news, because Mandy was right there in front of me, pushing herself against me. I pivoted both of us, and it was her turn to be against the wall. i stared into her eyes, then realized there was nothing I wanted more, right at that moment, than to make animal love to her. So without ceremony, I grabbed fistful of fabric and yanked down, shredding her very flimsy top in the process.

Mandy didn’t seem to mind. I saw in her eyes the same animal lust I was feeling. I pushed my crotch hard against hers, and she growled like a lioness in heat. She gave me a fierce kiss and I kissed her back.

Honestly, I don’t remember the details too clearly, except that we were both out of control, and that made things very hot.

But then, it got a little too hot, and something started boiling in my groin, like a volcano about to erupt. And seconds later, erupt it did! Mandy looked at me with panic in her eyes.

“No! No, not yet! PLEASE!!!”

But I wasn’t hearing anything. My knees got too weak and I dropped to the floor, my hands in my pants, trying to get a hold of… well, myself. But I was out of control and my orgasms were coming in rapid succession. I remember Mandy looking down at me, looking distressed.

And then I just passed out.

When I woke up, I was alone in my apartment. The clock read 9:25 PM.

Minx was floating nearby, sitting cross-legged, her eyes fixed on me. She was smiling.

[To be continued]

–Jaycee

Saturday Night Chaos (Part II)

Posted on November 8, 2011 by Jaycee

(CONTINUED)

Morgan stepped in and I stepped back. I glanced back and forth between her, all skin and no modesty, and the phone lying on the kitchen table. I hoped Mandy was too busy with her orgasms to have heard Morgan’s voice.

(DAMN, but she was hot! Still the same smoking body I remembered, with apparently none of the reserve and propriety she once had.)

“I… Um… hold on!”

I raced back to the phone.

“Mandy? Mandy, you there???”

I felt a pair of breasts pushing against my back, and long arms slowly embrace me from behind. Her hips were gyrating against my butt. At the other end of the line, my girlfriend was moaning through yet another thunderous orgasm and was paying me no attention.

“Mandy! Tell me where you are! I’ll be right there!”

*click* *beeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

The phone line went dead. I looked down — one of Morgan’s hands was on the “OFF” button of my wireless phone’s docking station. She’d hung up on Mandy! Mandy would just think I’d hung up on HER in her time of need!

I saw red.

With a shove of the shoulder, I pushed Morgan back, stepped forward, and turned to face her.

“What the HELL did you just do? And what are you doing here?!? What’s going on?”

She didn’t seem surprised one bit or taken aback by my hostility. On the contrary, it seemed to turn her. At least that was my assumption based on her thick, hardening nipples, which were building visible tents at the front of her blouse.

“You know what’s going on. Or should I pretend you don’t? I can do that…”

She stepped forward. I backed away. She stepped forward again, and I hit my back against the wall. Nowhere to run! But then I thought, enough with the running! It was time I made a stand!

“Hold it right there! My girlfriend’s in trouble. I gotta go. And you need to go too.”

She just smiled.

“You can’t go. I’m not going to let you go. And I don’t think you WANT to go… This body… What it can do to you… you don’t want to pass this up.”

She was sliding her hands up and down her sides, caressing her throat and her hips. She stepped forward, offering her chest to my gaze like it was a prize or something.

(Okay, so yeah, it WAS pretty impressive, so you can’t blame a guy for looking!)

I was frozen, just like a mouse caught in a snake’s gaze. Damn, those were some impressively hard nipples, right there. Morgan gently grabbed my hands and brought them to her boobs.

And then I became dizzy, and a lot of things stopped making sense.

[To be continued]

–Jaycee

Saturday Night Chaos (Part I)

Posted on November 7, 2011 by Jaycee

As you know from my post on Friday, Mandy was supposed to come visit me on Saturday night, and we were supposed to talk about her moving back with me.

That didn’t go as planned.

Around 8PM, she sent me a short text, apologizing because she wasn’t going to make it. I immediately called her up. She picked up the phone, her voice sounding a bit breathless, like she’d been running.

“You’re not coming! Is everything all right?”

She was breathing faster, now.

“No… *mmm* I… I can’t go out… *aaah* …like this. I’m coming… *NGH* …every five minutes!”

Oh, come on! Another faerie trick!

“Wait, where are you? I’ll come get you.”

Bad timing: just as I said this, my apartment’s buzzer rang. Someone downstairs was there to visit me.

“Hang in there, I’ll be right back!”

I ran to the buzzer, hit the button, raced back to the phone.

“Oh God, feels… so GOOD! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!”

“Mandy?”

“I… can’t stop touching myself! AaaAaAAAH!”

“Mandy, where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“Come! Come! Come!”

Knock knock! Someone was at my door already.

“Hold on.”

I dropped the phone on the table and rushed to the door. I opened the door without even looking through the magic eye…

…and saw Morgan, just standing there, dressed in an outfit that could only be described as provocative. She was displaying more cleavage than she was hiding, and she seemed to be mostly made of legs and bare skin. As I stood there, looking dumbfounded, she just strode forward, her intimidating breasts causing me to back away slowly.

“Thanks for seeing me,” she said, her voice sultry. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time…”

[To be continued]

–Jaycee

It’s a Date

Posted on November 2, 2011 by Blog

Jaycee’s life has been very interesting, of late. With the help of his iPhone, I’ve been able to collect a very sexy picture gallery of his (and Mandy’s) activities.

I’ve added that to the sexy images that Morgan has been sending me. I’m building up quite a nice little stash, here. If I had hands, I’d be fapping a lot. (I like that new word, “fapping.” Learned about it today, while browsing the urban dictionary. I’m sure none of you know what it is…) You may be interested to know that I’ve been doing more than chatting with this Morgan woman. She’s very susceptible to being ordered around, it seems, especially if she thinks she’s talking to Jaycee. We had a video chat, last week, and she could barely tell that the image she was addressing wasn’t really Jaycee. I just told her that I had some problems with my webcam, and she accepted that as fact. I told her I’d rather focus on HER image, and asked her to angle the camera so I’d talk to her boobs. She hesitated, asked me if I was sure, then moved the camera to show me her chest. Holy High Beams, Batman!!! (Look at me, using all these nice cultural expressions! It’s really like I’m a person, now, right?) That woman is stacked! And excited. And willing to share it with me, as often as I want. Continue reading “It’s a Date”

I’ve Got MorganMail!

Posted on October 9, 2011 by Blog

Thought you’d all like to know: Morgan is alive and well. And just as hot and sexy as I was led to believe.

I don’t want to share anything she’s sent me, but I’ve made sure she would work hard to get my attention. I mean, Jaycee’s. Not that it matters, not to her anyway. To her, I’m the sweet and shy and unassuming hunk that Jaycee is, has always been, and probably always will be. (That “unassuming hunk” description… Why is it familiar? Did someone ever describe me like this? I think it’s quite fitting.) Continue reading “I’ve Got MorganMail!”

Idle 1s and 0s Are The Devil’s Playthings…

Posted on June 21, 2011 by Blog

The search for Morgan Reiss has been slow, and I am starting to get bored. You know what’s not a good idea?

Letting me get bored.

When you humans are bored, what do you do? You go to the internet. Except you are limited in your surfing by physical typing and clicking, and by only having eyes and ears to intake feedback.

When I get bored I also go to the internet. But all I have to do is come up with a search, open the firewall, and BAM! I’m rushed with 1s and 0s. Just the other day, I thought “movie” and now I’m still being inundated with moving pictures. Continue reading “Idle 1s and 0s Are The Devil’s Playthings…”

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