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.
–Jaycee
“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.”
Damn.
–Jaycee
“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).
Due to a slight scheduling issue, this week’s strip will only be in B&W upon release. A color version will follow shortly.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
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.
–Jaycee
“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!
–Jaycee
“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.
–Jaycee
“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?”
“D-doing what?”
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.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
The fourth eBook from the “Torment of Nicole Swan” series, titled “Ghost Fingers,” 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 XH43T before November 1.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
I’m looking for experienced erotica writers to help with some pet projects. If you’ve got experience in that field,
please send me your best 500-word sample (it can be an excerpt from an existing, larger story).
A few criteria:
- The kinks should be the type you encounter in Bloomin’ Faeries!
- Grammar and spelling have to be very solid.
- Dialogues are very important. So is humor.
- Don’t send story ideas (yet), just samples.
- Hit the word count; samples that are too long or short will be ignored.
This will be paid work. I’m looking for quality and professionalism above all else.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
The third eBook from the “Torment of Nicole Swan” series, titled “Library Lovers,” 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 PN85J before October 24.
As a special for those who’d like to get into the series, here are some special 1-week only coupons:
Book 1: His Sexy Remote Control: NE62M (valid until September 30)
Book 2: Everybody’s Sextoy: NR82C (valid until September 30)
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Regular readers of this blog will remember that September 18 is a special days for faeries. All year ’round, they cause humans all sorts of trouble, but on that ONE day of the year, they have to be nice to us. Specifically, they have to do ONE thing that we would want them to do (so really, it’s not an all-day thing, it’s just one day to do that one thing).
In years past, that usually meant removing a curse I had or just leaving me alone for the day. Things have changed, however, since I’m now considered a faerie friend. (Note that it doesn’t make Attitude any less hostile to me, but at least she’s eased up on the curses.) So yesterday, both she and Minx had to find someone else to do a good deed for. Attitude went on her own while Minx tagged along with me, hoping I could suggest something. We walked around town for a bit, but it’s hard to find someone to help in a place you don’t know. Who needs what? I don’t know, I’m not a mind reader.
Then we chanced upon this girl who was sitting in front of a Tim Hortons (a donut & coffee shop, very popular up here in Canada), selling hand-drawn pictures she’d made. She was wrapped up in a big blanked to keep herself warm, a notepad in hand as she was doodling something. Her upturned hat (a “tuque,” as they call it here) sat on the ground next to her, with hardly any coins in it. I immediately had a thought and turned to Minx.
“You know, you should make her appear as the dream girl of any man who passes by, so they’re more inclined to give her some money.”
Minx hesitated, unsure whether she had the strength to do something like that. Changing someone’s entire appearance is a pretty big feat. So we switched it around a little: it wouldn’t be about actually changing her appearance, just making it a mental illusion in the head of the men who’d walk near her.
“Yeah,” Minx said with enthusiasm, “THAT I can do!”
She cast her magic at the begging girl and looked on, intrigued. Nothing happened. Still the same girl.
“Well?” I asked.
“It’s done,” Minx said with satisfaction. “You just can’t see it, dummy. My magic doesn’t affect you, you know that!”
Oh yeah. Too bad, I would have loved to see what that girl looked like now. And what my dream girl looked like, too. Oh well. It didn’t matter what I saw (or didn’t see), though, because other men around clearly saw something. Suddenly, they were falling over each other to drop money in her tuque or to talk to her or to purchase one of the pictures sprawled before her. The girl looked puzzled by the sudden attention, but was obviously grateful for all the money she was making.
So that was it for Minx and I. That good deed turned out pretty good, I think.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
This last week has been interesting. I didn’t get to see Martine much because she was working at the strip club. We did get together for brunch on Sunday “morning” (that’s 1PM for her). She was dressed pretty sexy, but not too much for a public place (and certainly not by Montreal standards—ALL the girls look good, here!). I did my best to avoid thinking about sex, but the way her boobs pushed against her t-shirt, it was hard not too. Eventually, she let out a little sigh. Was it annoyance or something else?
“Jaycee,” she said with a soft voice. “Are… you thinking about my boobs?”
Busted!
“Y-yeah… Look, it’s hard not to, they’re… spectacular. I just want to…”
She let out a little gasp.
“It’s getting me all… Oooh…”
She dropped her spoon and started gripping the table with both hands. I tried reading her with my faerie sight, but as expected, there was nothing. The signs were there, though: flushed face and chest, slight trembling, squirming of the hips… She was getting hotter by the second, and it was getting me riled up too. For a brief moment, I wanted her to rip her shirt off, but I caught myself. It was too late, though, and her hands flew to her shirt. I quickly reached for her wrists and stopped her. Not here, I thought in a panic.
“I… don’t know why I…” she started between short breaths. “I just want to… Oooh… want to show them to you… to everyone! They feel so hot…”
Uh oh… Yeah, they looked hot all right. Her nipples were hard as rocks. There was no stopping her, she was getting worse, probably because I was getting worse myself. You can’t have a girl like her in front of you and not get excited when you watch her losing control. But I knew this was a bad time to do this, so I made a supreme effort and tried to think of her as my own sister, someone cold, malicious and sexless. Back in my youth, nothing could give me a cold shower like thinking of my sister, and this did the job here. In just a few seconds, everything went back to normal and Martine looked at me like she just woke up.
“What was that?” she asked. “What just happened?”
I didn’t want to answer that, so I stalled. “What do you mean?”
“I was… hot, and now it stopped. You know!” She leaned in and stared into my eyes. “Why did you stop?”
Uh, what?
“I don’t…”
She leaned back against her chair and gave me an indescribable look. “I _know_ you did this, and I’m going to prove it.” Her hands started rubbing her sides, her eyes fixed on me as if daring me to prove her wrong.
We’re talking about a pro, here. This girl knows how to look sexy, bring you into her world and fire up your imagination. It wasn’t long before I my mind started wandering into dangerous territory, and her body began responding accordingly. I immediately thought of my ball-busting sister and got myself (and her) under control again.
“Well?” Melissa said, a smile on her lips. “Care to explain what’s going on?”
Damn it. She played me. A smart stripper. Who’d have thought?
“All right.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I have a… thing.”
“A thing? That’s not very…” She looked for a word. “Éloquent?”
She sounded so SEXY when she spoke in French. Maybe that’s part of the reason why all women here are so sexy.
“Eloquent,” I said, focusing on the topic, not her sexiness.
“Yes, well, for a guy who works with words, ‘thing’ is a bit vague. What ‘thing’?”
I thought about it for a moment. Nothing sounds truer than the truth, even if it’s not the whole truth.
“I have a… connection with you. You know, a kind of spiritual bond, except the sexy way. I can’t explain it better than that. I… I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear it’s not something I did to you. It just… happened.”
I knew this was a very slippery slope and hoped to God she didn’t start screaming at me. But she just shrugged.
“I don’t mind,” she said, like it was nothing serious.
There was a pause while I gathered my jaw from the table and jammed it back in place (figuratively, of course).
“What do you mean, you don’t mind? I just messed with your mind, and that’s okay?”
“Well, you didn’t do it on purpose, and I think I believe you. And I liked it.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, it was kind of hot, losing control like that. We should do it again, so long as you keep it safe for me… It gets me REALLY hot.”
Ah… sure, ma’am, whatever you want. Seriously, though, was this girl for real?
She looked at her watch. “Look, I have to go to the gym, I’m meeting with my trainer in 30 minutes. Let’s get together tomorrow, maybe, and try a few things?”
I took care of the tab, we kissed, and she rushed off. Just for fun, as she walked away, I imagined her getting a rush of searing heat between her thighs, and observed as she stumbled before jogging off.
Wow, this girl is going to be FUN to be with.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
