Wow. Helluva weekend, and it’s not over yet!
As you probably already know (from reading my last post), I’m now in Montreal. I moved as much of my stuff here as I could–anything that could fit in my rented minivan. The rest, I’ve either sold, given to friends, or handed out to charity organizations. (Sadly, I’m still “stuck” with two faeries.) Because of customs issues, I had to sell my tarantula, much to the delight of my two diminutive companions. Even Attitude (yes, ATTITUDE) made a little happy dance (though in her case, it was kinda sexy…)
I’ve moved to an area of Montreal called Verdun, near a nice little waterway called Lachine Canal. It’s very pretty. My new company is paying for 1 month of rent there while I find myself something better (and cheaper!). I arrived yesterday, after a 2-day drive, and unpacked stuff most of the day. Same thing today. Tonight, though, I decided it was time to take a bit of time off and went downtown. I took the subway (it’s called a “metro,” here–must be a French thing) to McGill, apparently a pretty central station, and headed out on the main street, Ste. Catherine. Lots of places for food. I went for something familiar: Five Guys. It’s just a hop away from a place someone told me about, a strip joint called “Super Sexe” (you can guess what that means). So after a quick meal, I headed over to the club and got myself a table. Wow… The girls here are super friendly. Or at least, they act friendly. Thanks to my faerie sight, I could easily “filter out” those that were just looking for clients. Eventually, one named Kathy bounced over (well, some PARTS of her were bouncing, anyway) and started chatting me up in heavily accented English.
You have to understand, I’m kind of jaded when it comes to women. The last year has been… maybe calling a revelation is too strong a word, but just one notch below. I “get” it, now. Once you stop putting pressure on yourself, once you stop trying to please girls, they often fall over themselves trying to please you instead. I don’t know if I can explain it, and I apologize to female readers if this sounds callous, but I guess they’re just attracted to guys who aren’t impressed by them (probably because it comes across as self-confidence). But I digress. Back to Kathy… The moment she sat next to me, I felt *something*, like a combo of butterflies in my stomach and the nervous jitters you get before you speak in public. Oddly, I couldn’t quite read her. That’s not unusual, there are some women I just can’t read (Minx says it’s normal). But with her, I got a little nervous. She had amazing eyes and a shy smile that suggested she was a little uncomfortable showing so much skin (and what lovely skin she has!). We talked for a bit and she suggested we retreat to a more private cabin. I said sure, what could it hurt, right?
Okay, those of you who are familiar with Montreal will make fun of me. Those of you who don’t, you should know that lap dances here allow pretty much full contact (crotch is off-limits and you can’t use your mouth). Pretty much anything goes. And this girl was H*A*W*T, I swear! At $15 a dance, you can’t stay there forever, but for the time I was there, it was fantastic. I promise you, my imagination was going wild. The problem was, because I couldn’t read her, I had no clear idea if she was just acting or really having a good time. The signs were there, though: hot breath near my ear, rubbing her boobs all over my chest, caressing my hair, etc. Damn… And as the songs went on, she turned up the heat. I decided it had to be an act–girls like this were well trained in making guys like me feel like super studs! But as the fifth or sixth song started, she started grinding her crotch against my sofa’s arm, letting out little gasps. She reached inside her panties and… yes, rubbed herself right in front of me. Her hand was hidden from view, but what she was doing was pretty obvious. She rose to a quick climax, which I thought was incredibly hot. The song was over, but she didn’t care and, staring at my crotch (which strained against my jeans), she started going at it again. Two orgasms (and another song) later, she collapsed against me and thanked me for watching her. At least I think that’s what she said. I recognized the words “merci” et “regarder.”
That. Was. HAWT!
I thanked her, paid and tipped her, and got ready to head out. Just as I meant to exit the privacy of our booth, she grabbed me by the neck and kissed me the way only French girls know how. There was some rubbing of her body against mine, too, in a way that said clearly what she wanted. She slipped her hand in my pocket and walked away, waving with a coy smile.
I checked what she left in my pocket. It was a piece of paper that read: Martine, 514-555-7882.
SCORE!
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Folks, I’m moving out.
It’s been long in the coming, but I’m relocating to Montreal, Canada, in a few days, where I’ll be working as Lead Editor for a publishing house. And it’s not just any job either: I’ll be managing a handful of more junior editors. I’ve met them (two guys, three girls) and they’re a cool bunch.
It’s exciting and scary at the same time. I’m going to be leaving behind a lot of good friends, but also a lot of weirdness. Attitude and Minx are coming along, but that’s about it. Brooke promised he’d visit. (Did I mention he’s back as a “full” man? Apparently, that was one curse that didn’t last…)
So please accept my apologies if I’m silent for a few days (not that you’re not used to this by now), while I pack my things and make my way to the Cold White North.
Anyone has been to Montreal before? Suggestions on DO’s and DON’T’s?
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
If you’ve read my last post, you know that in a few weeks, Bloomin’ Faeries! is going back to a weekly publishing schedule. You also know I mentioned a members-only series drawn by Wondollar, with no less than 2 strips a month. It’s finally time to start talking a bit more about what that strip is going to be about.
Wondollar and I exchanged about it a bit and came up with a concept we’re very excited about. The working title is Bloomin’ Studio! and it features the people who work behind the scenes to bring you the Bloomin’ Faeries! strip. Imagine for a moment that the characters in the strip are played by (or inspired by) real-life characters; this is what Bloomin’ Studio! will talk about. (And yes, yours truly is one of the characters in that strip, but not the main character.) This story will start as the studio interviews a new actress, Scarlet, for the role of Princess Heather (the previous actress has resigned—go figure!).
And yes, there will be faeries in that world as well.
This will start September 1. Get ready… 🙂
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Hi everyone,
I’ve been doing Bloomin’ Faeries! for 3+ years now. It’s been (and remains) an amazing ride. I’m having tons of fun working with Wondollar and watching how he makes the strips come to life. Not only is he a fantastic partner to work with, he produces high quality art that’s worth every penny. But having said all this, I must also look at the facts and ensure the financials make sense. The sad news, however, is that every single month for the last 3 years, the strip has been in the red. At the end of last year, I made the decision to double the number of strips a week in an attempt to increase readership and make some of the money back through advertisement.
That, unfortunately, has not proven successful.
The reality is that the costs of producing Bloomin’ Faeries! are 70% covered by membership fees; the rest (30%) is from advertisement, marginal sales from the store, and my own personal funds. It’s really thanks to the generosity of the paying members that this site keeps on running. Whatever solution I bring to the problem needs to respect their ongoing support (that means I want to give them more than ever before).
So after several months of thinking it over, I’m making the call. Starting in September, we’re returning to a weekly schedule (every Monday, as before). We’ll focus mainly on the (mis)adventures of Heather and some of the characters around her. Wondollar will continue to illustrate those strips at the same level of quality you’re used to. In ADDITION, he will be creating 2+ strips every month as part of a members-only series (I’ll share details on this during the month of August). For the members, this will stack up with the content that I’ve been consistently adding to the site every month. This is my way of saying “thank you” for their support over the years.
But it’s not all bad news for the non-members. While I’m going to put more strips in the member area, I’m going to return the blog to the general public (yes, even the old entries that were marked members only). So while you won’t get a new strip on Thursday, there’ll be a blog entry waiting for you if you decide to pay us a visit. 🙂
I’m sure this is very disappointing to many of you out there. I share your sentiment. This is, however, only a minor setback. I will put renewed efforts in better managing the site’s finances in the coming months so that I can some day return to a twice-a-week schedule.
In the meantime, however, I thank you all for your continued support and understanding.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
The second eBook from the “Torment of Nicole Swan” series, titled “Everyone’s Sextoy,” 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 NR82C before August 15.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Hi all,
I apologize for the few updates lately. It’s been a busy summer and I’ve just returned from a short vacation in Las Vegas (I’d tell you about it, but you know what they say about what happens in Vegas, right?). 😉
As a form of apology, I’m giving you all here a small sampler of things that I normally only put in the Members Area. These are the script, roughs, and video for strip #158. It will give you a glimpse into how Wondollar and I work, from script to final version. Hope you enjoy…
First, we start with the script. It looks something like this:
BF0158 Script
Shortly after, Wondollar sends me something that looks like this:
Want to see him at work? Here’s a video…
BF0158 Video
Finally, after some cleaning up and coloring, the strip ends up looking like this:
That’s it! I hope you enjoyed it!
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Hey all,
I saw that a good number of you have downloaded “His Sexy Remote Control” eBook on Smashwords. This is great news and I’m thrilled by the numbers. More importantly, however, I’d love to see more reader reviews on Smaswords (yes, even negative ones) so I can better determine what you like and don’t like.
Please leave a review on Smashwords.
Thanks,
–Jaycee
“I’m doingt it.”
Sometimes, when you live with faeries, you have to be careful what you wish for…
Sunday night, I got together with Mallory to go to a comedy club. I know this girl who works there and was able to get tickets to a VIP table. Mallory looked pretty hot, that night. She’d tied her hair in a French braid and was wearing a sexy black summer dress that didn’t cover much of her thighs. The whole outfit was completed with black pumps that gave her a lot more class than her normal clothes would suggest. To be honest, the old me would have been pretty intimidated, being with a girl like this. But knowing that she already liked me kind of gave me confidence I didn’t have before.
The show started and we laughed a lot. It turns out having a VIP table isn’t entirely a good thing. It means you’re in full view of the comedians, so they can make fun of you. All part of the price of admission, I guess. So the warm-up guy took a few pot shots at me, asking if I’d hired “her” (referring to Mallory) or if she was my sister. I laughed, har har, so very funny. I replied out loud, “No, it’s YOUR sister!” Double har har. The audience laughed. The comedian rolled with it. “I’m Corsican, buddy. Are you sure you like my sister?” When I hesitated, he faked pulling out a knife and waved it in my direction. “What? WHAT?!? You don’t like my sister?!?” More laughter.
The show went on. I’ll be honest, I was a bit more interested by Mallory’s long white legs than by the show and she eventually noticed. She winked at me and patted my thigh. Then she left her hand there, as if by accident. It wasn’t an accident, though. I could tell she was heating up a little. Finally, I thought. When the show stopped for the intermission, her hand was still in the same place. Heck, was I imagining this or had she kind of crept closer to my crotch?
“Hey, Mal,” I started. “Careful where you put those fingers, I normally charge for this, you know?”
“Your loss,” she said, laughing. Even I could tell it was the practiced laugh and smile of a player. She took her hand off my thigh and caressed the side of my face. She wasn’t buying my banter, that much was obvious, but it wasn’t turning her off. In fact, in an odd case of cognitive dissonance, it looked like she was getting hotter. Were those indentations I noticed on the front of her dress, where her nipples should be? I didn’t dare break eye contact to check, but I was pretty sure I was right. I put my hand over hers, trapping it against my cheek.
“Look, I gotta settle something.” I took a deep breath. “I’m kind of getting mixed signals, here…”
She blushed a little. This wasn’t practiced, this was real. She was getting very excited. About me. It was kind of flattering, too.
“Mixed signals, eh? You’re a fine one to talk…” Her flush deepened and she fanned herself with the drinks menu on our table. “You’re all about mixed signals. Obviously Brooke taught you well.”
I mulled that over for a second, slightly confused. I looked at her. There were no mixed signals now, that was for sure. I’d been using my faerie sight long enough to know when a girl was good and ready, and Mallory was as ready as they came. Then I had an epiphany.
“You think I’m playing you? That’s why you’re stalling? You think I’m a pick-up artist?”
She nodded. “Obviously. If Brooke called me in to stall you when you were hunting for phone numbers, that’s because you must be pretty good. He’s never called me for help before.
My jaw dropped. I had my first epiphany of the night (I’ll get to the second one in a moment). I’ve become a player. And if Mallory’s testimony is any indication, a pretty good one at that. Truth is, I don’t believe I am, but with the help of my faerie sight, I can see how someone would think that.
“Mal, you couldn’t be more wrong. I’m just the reverse. Not even close to being a player, not one bit.”
She leaned in closer. There was molten fire in her eyes. And from the look of things, her eyes weren’t the only parts of her that were melting. She parted her lips and leaned further in to kiss me. Suddenly, everything was hot and vibrant. I lingered into the kiss for a long moment, until a tiny voice chirped into my ear.
“There,” Minx said. “She’s all good and ready for you. You can thank me later.”
The moment was shattered like a broken mirror. Damn that faerie!!! My eyes flew open and I pushed Mallory back a little. That took her by surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
I tried to recover quickly, looking for an explanation that would make sense. This must have been my lucky day because a comedian just stepped onto the stage at that very moment.
“Show’s restarting,” I said. “Let’s not draw attention to ourselves.”
And so the show went on while I sat next to a very, very hot girl who spent the next hour squirming onto her seat.
Damn those faeries!
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
I’ve been working on this for a while, but my first attempt kind of aborted due to time constraints (and possibly a story where I’d literally write myself in a corner, since it was about myself). So I’m back with another plan, this time, a series of eBooks titled “The Torment of Nicole Swan.” I’m committed to producing them once a month and releasing them through Smashwords. This means they’ll be gradually available through all major eBook networks.
I’m including the cover of the first one so you get an idea of what it’s about. You can click on the cover below to check it out on Smashwords and sample it for yourself.
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–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
I’ve known Brooke for at least ten years, now, but he never said anything about his cousin Mallory. I guess that shouldn’t be such a surprise. When you think about it, how many cousins of your friends do you know? Not many, I’m sure.
That other night when we went hunting for phone numbers, I have to admit I was pretty shocked when Brooke introduced her to me. But beyond the fact I’d never heard of her, I was surprised by how much in control she is. Thanks to my faerie sight, I can clearly tell she’s really into me, but in another way, I’m stunned at her ability to resist her impulses. I don’t need to nudge her, she’s already on my side. She’s playful, she’s funny, and she’s quite a tease at times, but I just can’t seem to get her over that threshold.
I’ll admit, I’ve given some thought to bringing Minx with me next time I go out, and ask her to make some magic happen, but part of me is resisting that urge. Mallory is a puzzle that I WANT to figure out on my own. Having some faerie help would just spoil that.
Anyway, we’ve been hanging out in town the last few nights. I’ll let you know how things progress.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Saturday night, Brooke and I went to a club to have a few drinks. Things have been a bit rough with Meghan lately and I think he wanted to talk. As I’ve discovered, she’s slowly becoming a very successful photographer and she’s getting more and more international contracts. This has meant a lot of work abroad in the last few months and it’s caused a strain in their relationship. Brooke says she keeps mentioning Manuel, a Spanish fashion magazine owner who keeps calling and texting her (even in the middle of the night). Brooke’s not a jealous guy, but he knows when someone is making a play for his girl.
So in order to help Brooke lighten up, I decided to challenge him to a pickup contest. I figured with my
Nudge, I’d be able to keep up with him, maybe even win. I haven’t really practiced it, despite what you might think. With Morgan taking care of my sexual needs (and then some!), I haven’t been feeling any particular urge to fool around with female strangers.
The rules were pretty straightforward. We started the contest at 10:15PM. Each of us had 45 minutes to get as many phone numbers as we could. Loser would pay drinks for the rest of the evening. From previous experience, I knew I could get around one number every six minutes and change (yes, I did the math!). That meant I could do around seven numbers before the time was up. Maybe a little more if I pushed it (but I knew this would mean a headache). The things I do for friends.
So we went to work. We’ve done this before, and of course Brooke would always crush me. This time, though, I’d make him proud and return the favor. Things were off to a good start. I approached two girls, did some small talk, and learned they were BFFs with benefits. It’s amazing what you can get out of some girls with just a few good openings and a playful attitude (the openings alone don’t work). I barely had to do any
nudging for BOTH of them to give me their numbers and invite me for some fun together later. Things kept rolling and after thirty minutes, I was up to eight numbers already–a pace below four minutes a girl. At this rate, I might be able to push a dozen before 11PM.
And then
that girl happened. Tall girl, sexy smile, long red hair, good figure, wearing casual jeans, a t-shirt and a vest. She had–get this!–some beads and feathers in her hair, and was drinking beer straight from the bottle. There was a hippie vibe about her that reminded me a bit of Zuri’s free spirit. There was something very approachable about her and I thought this was going to be easy. She noticed me checking her out and raised her bottle in a silent toast to my health or something. So I approached her and got to work. I went for the Oh-I-thought-you-were-someone-else approach.
“Hey,” I started, “I was wondering where you–oh, you’re not Susan!”
“Nope,” she said, smiling and half-turning from me. She gulped down some beer and winked at me. “There’s no Susan, is there?”
Uh oh, I thought. She’s on to me, so I might as well drop the game and play it straight.
“Ah, no,” I said with a grin. “Well, there’s probably a Susan somewhere, but she looks nothing like you.”
She just smiled. “I should warn you, we’re not leaving together tonight.”
Well, that was direct. Then she turned to face me, wrapped her arms around my neck, drew me in and kissed me on the lips.
Wow.
That threw me off my game a little. A lot, actually. I got a little flustered and broke the kiss.
“Ah, for someone who’s not leaving with me tonight, I think you’re sending mixed signals.”
“Doesn’t mean we won’t
ever leave together, just not tonight.” She stepped back, held up her beer bottle and shook it a little. Empty.
“Want another?” I asked. She nodded, so I motioned for a wandering waitress to bring us to more of what she was having.
We chatted for a while and, I’m embarrassed to say, I lost track of time. It was the weirdest thing, though. I could tell she
really liked me, but no matter how much I
nudged her, I couldn’t get her to give me her phone number. I tried the indirect approach, reverse psychology, and, out of moves, fell back on just plain asking for it. Nothing worked. I’d never encountered anyone who was so in control in this kind of situation (well, Brooke being the exception). Finally, with that thought, it finally dawned on me. The feathers in the hair were a dead give away, I just hadn’t picked up on it: this was a pick-up artist, female version. Just like Brooke.
And with that, it was 11PM and Brooke suddenly appeared near us, grinning victoriously.
“I got TEN!” he said, not even acknowledging the girl I was talking to. I just realized I didn’t even know her name!
“Ah,” I began, realizing I was still short. “I’m not… I don’t…” Feeling like a fool, I didn’t want her to know we were playing some game and she was part of it.
Brooke glanced at the girl and winked. “Thanks for the assist,” he said. She slipped by his side and put her arm around his waist. “No problem,” she said, grinning at me.
“Wait, you two KNOW each other?” I’d been played! Of COURSE they knew each other. She was a pick-up artist, just like Brooke. Probably one of his many wingmen (or wingwomen?)… It finally dawned on me that Brooke must have called her in to stall me. He knows about my
Nudge so he needed someone to neutralize me while he got more phone numbers! What a bastard! (But a clever one, I have to admit.)
“Sure we do,” Brooke said. “This is my cousin Mallory. Taught me everything I know about women.”
So I think this warrants a
DUN DUN DUUUUUN…
Happy father’s Day to all of you out there who stopped fapping long enough to procreate. Good on y’all.
In other news, in the spirit of seizing the day (and giving it a slightly perverted twist), I’ve made the spontaneous decision to change the way I sign my posts and comments from now on. It will go like this:
-I’m doing it.
Aside from the obvious reference, it’s also meant to be a celebration of living in the moment and doing right now the things we postpone in he future. ‘Cuz you never know what could happen…
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
