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Practice Time!

Posted on April 6, 2012 by Jaycee

I went to a dance club last night. It had been a while, but I felt like losing myself in the crowd. Also, I wanted to test a little theory. You see, I’d been thinking about this whole faerie sight thing, and I was wondering if there was a way to make this work for me. As Minx described it, it just lets me perceive arousal levels, not affect them. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do things the old-fashioned way. I’ve been friends with Brooke for a very long time, and you don’t orbit around a guy like that without picking up a few tricks about… picking up. So I started with the basics. I entered the place like I owned it, casually nodding at total strangers like I was welcoming them to the club. That was classic Brooke. I then located a three-set of girls that looked particularly ready to “party,” if you catch my drift. They weren’t hugely excited, but they were ready for action, like a 3 on a scale of 1 to 10. They were a little tipsy and probably a little loose. I got myself a drink at the bar, acting like I knew the bartender, then without hesitation made a beeline toward the three-set. I identified my mark in the group, ignored her completely and turned my attention to her BFF. I then channeled my inner Brooke, and started playing a game on them. The fun part was watching their outward reactions and matching that to their actual arousal levels. They couldn’t hide it from me, not with my faerie sight, no matter how distant they would try to look. Being able to pick up on what worked and what didn’t was a big boost to my confidence. The girl I’d selected wasn’t very interested in me in the first place (she read a “2” when we started talking), but when I excused myself to “get back to my friends” (false disqualifier), she was a little more engaged (like, a “4”). I’d say that was an improvement over my usual performance. But the big boost was that I could automatically tell whether it worked or not. And I moved to another set, this time two girls and a guy. From the way their energy changed when they interacted, I determined the guy and one of the girl were dating; the other girl was a third wheel, so I started interacting with her, and with the guy (but not his girlfriend). I realized that this faerie sight ability was coming in pretty handy to navigate interactions and avoid stepping on an alpha male’s toes. After a good half-hour of proper flirting, I got the girl’s phone number, and bowed out, promising to give her a call shortly. And yet again, I went to another set, and another, and then another. I can’t say I was a master pickup artist by the end of the evening, but at least I had a better sense of what turns girls off the most, and I can now avoid that. So far, this “reward” is pretty neat. I’m wondering what’s next… –Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

CONTEST: Become a Webcomic Character

Posted on April 4, 2012 by Jaycee

In less than a week, Bloomin’ Faeries! will be celebrating it’s SECOND ANNIVERSARY!!! To celebrate, I’m offering anyone the chance of becoming an official Bloomin’ Faeries! character. Said character will be featured in a small story arc of six (not necessarily sequential) strips. To participate and have a chance of winning, you need to make a bid in the comments section of this post. The bids need to be done using Bloomin’ Coins! Bidding just needs to be a comment like this one: “I, <username>, bid 5 coins.” (Replace <username> by your actual username, the one you use to register.) The person with the HIGHEST BID on April 10, at 11:59PM Pacific Time, will get the prize. Let the bidding commence! –Jaycee

I’ve Got da Pawaah!

Posted on April 4, 2012 by Jaycee

It’s been an interesting few days since Minx gave me her mysterious “gift.” Nothing unusual happened during the day on Monday, though, so I figured it might be one of her “triggers” or something. When I ran into her back at my place, later at night, however, I learned a bit more about what the gift truly was. She told me her name. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, faerie names hold tremendous power by themselves, and ensure the loyalty of the faerie. (I’m not completely sure what “loyalty” means to a faerie, but I’m sure it beats being her pet.) Minx didn’t elaborate much on what all this meant, and how it would change our relationship, but she did say that she wouldn’t lay any curse on me without my permission. And besides, she added, faerie curses (especially her own) wouldn’t have as strong an effect on me as before. It sounds like knowing a faerie’s name gives me a bit of a resistance to faerie magic. So I thought that was pretty cool. But not as cool as what I discovered the next day… —– Tuesday, I went to work as usual. I did my morning assignments without any problems, then went to a nearby diner for lunch. I’m a regular there, so the waitress quickly seated me and confirmed I wanted “the usual” (which I did). While I was waiting, I began feeling a bit queasy. I’m not sure what triggered it, but hearing all the noise and people chatting around me made me oddly dizzy. I thought it might be something I’d eaten for breakfast, but it didn’t really seem to start from my stomach. I sipped some water and waited for it to pass. When the waitress came with my food, I noticed something about her that I’d never picked up on before. There was some kind of vibrancy about her that wasn’t there before. She put the food before me and asked me if there was anything else I needed. I shook my head. She turned around and left. I observed the sway of her hips, which I’d never really noticed before. She was a little past her prime and not exactly my taste, but I remember thinking “Does she like me?” I somehow had the feeling she DID like me. While I ate, I observed people at other tables around me. There was this one cute couple that REALLY looked like they were into each other. It wasn’t that they were French-kissing in public, nothing like that. It was just something in the way they looked at each other that said “I wanna take you right NOW!” At another table, two businessmen were discussing business. Despite the appearances, though, I had a knack it was more than that. One of them was clearly gay, and was interested in the other one, who was oblivious to it. And right next to them, at another table, this teenage girl was eating by herself, reading a fashion magazine. The cover said (among other things) “5 new positions to drive him WILD!” Her dreamy and unfocused gaze told me she probably was reading that article, and getting a little excited from it. I finished my meal, paid, and went back to work, still feeling queasy. That eventually passed, mid-afternoon. I got up from my desk and went to the kitchen area to get myself a coffee. While walking around, I began noticing that some (but not all) of my colleagues were actively flirting with each other. There was nothing unusual about their behaviour, it’s just that I found myself picking up on it a bit more. I’m really not sure what it was. So the day ended and I went back home. As was often the case, Minx was there, waiting for me. She watched me silently while I fed Cleopatra, then asked me how my day had gone. “I’m not sure,” I said. “I felt a little sick at lunch, but it got better in the afternoon.” “Ah. And did anything… unusual happen? Something must have happened!” I was a bit puzzled at the question. “Well, nothing happened per se, but I noticed some people were… excited. Maybe more than usual, or maybe I just happened to notice it.” Minx looked disappointed. “That’s it? That’s pretty normal… I think.” “What do you mean?” “You’re developing sexual perception. That’s so… baby-like.” “I don’t understand…” I started, then interrupted myself. Yeah, I was STARTING to understand. “Now that you know my name, you’re going to have some… developments. Nothing that compares to what we faeries can do, but faerie sight is one of them. It means you can sense arousal levels in people.” Aah… Right. Sex sight. Just what I needed. “So if people are horny, I’ll know?” I asked. “Oh yes, you’ll know!” “But will it affect me?” She looked at me, not understanding the question. “If they get horny, is that going to MAKE me horny?” She thought about it for a second. “I dunno… You’re a guy! Aren’t you ALWAYS a little horny anyway?” “Well, that’s true… but more than usual?” She shook her head. “No, silly, no more than usual. I told you, faerie magic doesn’t have as strong effect on you as before, so having faerie sight won’t give you sexual trouble.” She pointed at my crotch. “If you want, I can prove it. I could use some magic on you, and you’ll see the result.” I wasn’t THAT curious, so I gently declined. “So,” I continued. “What ELSE can I expect from knowing your name?” Minx just smiled. “You just wait and see…” –Jaycee

Next update: Friday

Minx vs Cleopatra

Posted on April 2, 2012 by Jaycee

I woke up at 3:30 this morning, to the sound of Minx shrieking her head off. I didn’t even know she was back — she’d been gone for a few days already, on one of those mysterious expeditions she wouldn’t tell me about. As soon as I heard the screaming, I raced to the living room and looked for her. All of a sudden, everything fell deathly silent. I glanced around, my heart racing. I couldn’t see much so I flicked the light on. And I immediately found out what was happening. The top of Cleopatra’s tank was open. Inside, an unconscious Minx was stuck in the web, her hand holding a tiny spear. And next to her, Cleopatra was covering her in more webbing. I reacted before I even thought about what I was doing. I raced over to the tank, put my hand in, and grabed Minx. The spider backed away when my hand approached, and for a moment I was worried she’d jump to bite my hand or something, but she just watched. I yanked Minx out and put the top back on the tank. I secured it in place and put a heavy book on top just to be safe. Minx was unconscious. I couldn’t find a bite, so I think she just fainted from fright. Poor little thing. Lying there, all white and helpless, I felt a moment of pity and sympathy for her. Then I remember what she (and her ilk) had put me and my friends through, and I was tempted to wring her neck. But I’m no killer, so I just let her be. I took her little spear, threw it in the garbage, and went back to bed. —– I woke again around dawn, only to find Minx’s face an inch away from mine, staring at me as I woke up. Her expression was… unusual. It was… adoring. “Minx! What do you want?” As I sat up, she fluttered in front of my face. “You saved me! You saved me! The evil spider was going to eat me, and you saved me!” I scratched my head. “I don’t think that’s quite what happened… You were going after her, weren’t you? Well, I just didn’t want her to eat you — you probably taste horrible, on account that faeries are all dark and twisted on the inside!” To my surprise, Minx laughed. “Oh, you’re so funny! But none of that matters, now — you SAVED ME!” She fluttered next to my ear. “And now,” she said, “you get a nice reward.” She whispered something in my ear. It was some kind of long word, and with every syllable, I felt increasingly dizzy. Then I fainted. When I woke up, Minx was gone again. –Jaycee

Next update: Wednesday

And Along Came a Spider

Posted on March 31, 2012 by Jaycee

Holy crap. I can’t believe I bought THAT, of all things. A tarantula. I’m just back from the exotic pet store. They had a ton of wild and unusual creatures, from iguanas to porcupines, snakes, and — like I said — tarantulas. I really wanted something low maintenance, and what REALLY sold me on it is that you only need to feed it once a week. Crickets and worms are just perfect, apparently. Yeah, you may think it’s creepy, but personally, I like the idea. This isn’t a pet that’s going to need a lot of food, or maintenance, and it’s totally rad. I got a FRIKKIN’ tarantula! (And with any luck, it’s a radioactive type, and if it ever bites me, I’ll get superhuman powers!) Shyeah, right! –Jaycee

Next update: Monday

Jennifer’s Love Life

Posted on March 29, 2012 by Jaycee

Jennifer came to visit me last night, all by herself. She broke up with Jason and needed to talk. She called me and sounded pretty upset, so I told her she could come over. I didn’t feel like it, having my own love troubles to deal with, but since I’d never told her about my breakup with Mandy, I couldn’t very well bring that up as an excuse. So she arrived after dinner, a 6-pack of beer in one hand, a huge bag of chips in the other. There was something… drained about her. She looked really sad, and I was a bit surprised by that. I knew she liked Jason, but not THAT much. We’d talked a bit about him during the vacation in Mexico, and it was clear he was just a placeholder boyfriend. So I invited her inside. We sat on the couch, drank, chatted, ate chips. She confessed that even since she’d gotten her upgrades (pointing at her generous breasts), she hadn’t attracted the right kind of guys. They were all hot hunks, and great lovers, but dumb as doorknobs. That had been the problem with Jason — all looks, no substance. She was wondering if getting big boobs had been the right call after it. She felt GREAT because she liked how they looked, but maybe they were sending the wrong message to the world. Plus, a lot of her old girl friends had changed their attitude since she’d gotten them. Most of them disapproved, telling her she looked just fine the way she was, the way God intended, and she shouldn’t mess with a good thing. That the procedure was medically dangerous, and it’d give her back pains, and she wouldn’t like them so much in 20 years, when they’d be sagging down to her knees. Me, I was just munching chips and drinking beer in silence, nodding absentmindedly. Jennifer was rambling, getting things off her (ample) chest. I didn’t feel I needed to pay attention tothe details. Sometimes, you don’t need to really LISTEN to people, just act like you do. They just want to talk and don’t care about the interaction. What they want is get it out of their system, dump it on you, get their release, and walk away. Not unlike cheap sex, I guess. I noticed Jennifer had stopped talking and was looking at me with questioning eyes. “Uh, what?” “I said, are you okay? You’ve been zoning out since I got here. I don’t mean to pry, but is everything all right?” And sometimes, there’s a true friend who really pays attention to your feelings, and cares enough to ask. “I… broke up with Mandy. Been a few weeks, actually. I’m kind of getting over her, but hearing you talk about it is giving me the blues.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry, I should have been there for you I had no idea… Why didn’t you tell me?” That was a dangerous slope, and I didn’t want to start talking about the details, for fear of slipping up. I cared about Jenn and didn’t want her caught up in the middle of that faerie nightmare that is my life. “Long story short: she cheated. I called it quits.” “The bitch!” Jennifer said. Then she caught herself, covering her mouth. “Sorry! That just came out. But we hate her now, right?” “Yeah, I guess we sort of do.” There was a silence. Then I broke it. “Sorry to have broken the mood. Why don’t you start again from the top, and slow down for the parts about your boobs?” She laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. “Idiot!” Well, she got THAT part right. –Jaycee

Next update: Saturday

New Store Nearby

Posted on March 27, 2012 by Jaycee

I came back home last night and there was something in my mailbox. Not email, I mean the REAL mailbox. I usually don’t open it, it’s just got junk mail and bills. I normally only open it once a month or so, throw away the spam, and shred the bills to prevent identity theft. But since I’ve been pretty bored at home, I decided to go through everything pretty diligently. Spam. Spam. More spam. Exotic pet show. Spam. Bills… Um… exotic pet shop? Looks like one opened just nearby during the weekend. Maybe I’ll go have a look. –Jaycee

Next update: Thursday

Post-Breakup

Posted on March 25, 2012 by Jaycee

I kicked Mandy out after that last incident. I just couldn’t look at her. After that, it was just Minx and I. And for reasons I didn’t quite understand at the time, Minx was relatively discreet for a few weeks. She’d be gone for many days at a time and wouldn’t tell me where she’d been when she returned. I knew better than to press the issue. I’ve spent most of January and February in a pretty somber mood. Minx has tried inflicting a few curses on me, but I’ve been so morose I think it took all the fun out of it for her. Brooke came to visit a few times, but pretty soon I made it clear I didn’t want to see her, not so long as she looked like “my” Mandy. The old, nice Mandy. So it’s been pretty quiet at my place, lately. I’m thinking of getting a pet. But not a dog or a cat, that’s too much maintenance. Maybe something exotic, I dunno. *sigh* I’m lonely. –Jaycee

Next update: Tuesday

Tales From Mexico — Epilogue

Posted on March 23, 2012 by Jaycee

You may wonder what happened AFTER we got back home. Let me summarize the weeks that followed, and you’ll get the idea. First off, Minx was there, waiting for us, all sunshine and rainbows. She wouldn’t admit to it, but I think she missed us. She immediately grilled us about the trip, often asking how the weather was, if there was a lot of SUN, if we got a good TAN, etc. Subtle she isn’t. “Mandy” and I turned things on her pretty quickly, asking if she was responsible for the tan curse. She positively beamed with price and nodded repeatedly, kind of like a cartoon character. “Yeah,” I said, “well that worked all right.” Minx looked straight at my crotch. “Oooh,” she exclaimed, then pointed a finger at my engine. Sparks flew and I instantly sprung an impressive erection. I hadn’t had time to… um… readjust the position, so I had to quickly bend over and straighten everything. “Nice,” Minx said. “Mandy” ran her hand across the front of my jeans and acquiesced. “Definitely,” she added. Then Minx gave “Mandy” a suspicious look. “Wait, YOU’re not Jaycee’s girlfriend. What business to you have touching him there?” That was my first clue that something bigger was happening. “You mean… you think this is Brooke?” I asked, pointing a thumb at “Mandy.” Minx nodded. “Of course.” “Well, she isn’t.” “Then who…” “Mandy. In Brooke’s body.” Minx shook her head, not understanding. “Why did you take Brooke’s body?” We tried explaining that the switch wasn’t voluntary, but Minx was pretty skeptical. I thought at first she might have been messing with us, but it was pretty clear Minx wasn’t that devious. So it had to be someone (or something) else. —– For the following few days, things were… normal enough. The sex sessions were spectacular. Brooke’s epic body was a source of endless erotic pleasure, and before my sun tan faded, I wasn’t too bad myself. I’d sometimes notice Minx, perched on a lamp, observing us in action like a movie buff watching the latest action flick. (She was just missing the popcorn.) But the tan faded. And while Mandy was still having sex with me, it became less frequent. (Mind you, twice a day is still a lot, by some standards.) I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but after a week, I got this weird feeling that something was wrong. One night, as I was coming back from work, I walked in on “Mandy” having sex with the pizza guy. I’m NOT kidding! Don’t ANY of you make porn jokes, or go “bow chika wah wah” on me. I chased the guy out (kept the pizza, didn’t pay for it). Then Mandy and I had a chat. She cried and apologized. He’d flirted with her, and somehow that had sent sparks flying down in her groin. She’d gotten SO horny she lost control and had thrown herself at the pizza delivery guy. I remembered the curses, and it was true that any kind of flirting would get her hot. Curse me for a fool, but I had to try it. “So… in the morning, do you like your eggs scrambled… or fertilized?” Her eyes glazed over. “Why wait for morning?” And we were lost in passion again. —– Two days later, I left for work and came back because I’d forgotten my iPad. I caught Mandy with the mailman. Another round of tears and make up sex ensued. The next day, I got suspicious and called her just one street corner away from my place. She answered, we chatted, and she confirmed she was at my apartment. I immediately went home and checked — she wasn’t there. That worried me. When she arrived, we had an argument about it. Apparently, she had gone out for coffee and didn’t want to worry me. I didn’t buy it. More tears. More sex, too. And finally, another three days later, I came home at the normal time, and found her in OUR bed with two other guys. I yelled at her. She pretended not to see me and urged her lovers to keep screwing her. I left, sick to my stomach. That time, I cried. I cried because I realized that she’d been playing me all along. Again. Just like before. All the cheating, then the tears, then the sex to make me forget. Same old tricks. And I was the same old idiot for not seeing it before. –Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

Tales From Mexico — Day 8 (Conclusion)

Posted on March 21, 2012 by Jaycee

We’d only taken a short vacation, just 8 days. Day 8 was just a half day, since we had to check out by noon and be at the airport for 3PM. I’d like to say it was an uneventful half-day, but it wasn’t. And yes, it was because of “Mandy.” I didn’t quite notice the pattern at the time, but it’s now clear as day. But I’m getting ahead of myself — more on this in a later post. That last morning, I woke up to the muffled sounds of Brooke moaning in the middle of having sex. Wait, what??? She wasn’t in the room. The sounds came from outside. I got up and groggily made my way to the door. I looked through the peep hole and sure enough, there was Brooke (actually, “Mandy”) getting screwed from behind, chest pushed against the door, her face red and flushed with heat. She was half-turned toward the Mexican guy who was having her way with her. He was encouraging her in Spanish. I didn’t know EXACTLY what he was saying, but sex talk is pretty universal. It must’ve been the equivalent of “take that,” or “you like that, don’t you?” or “how does THAT feel?” Clearly, it felt pretty good. I immediately saw red and opened the door, meaning to interrupt them. That didn’t work as planned. She lost her balance and stopped herself against me. The guy behind her didn’t miss a beat and kept on plowing her, clearly not noticing me. “Mandy” saw me, and even though she blushed a little, she reached down for my boxers, pulled them down, and freed my morning erection from its prison. Without hesitation, she bent forward to take me in her mouth, still keeping her butt in the air to allow her lover to keep doing his work. As always where “Mandy” is concerned (especially in Brooke’s body!), my brain shut down and I didn’t really understand the impact of what we were doing until after… “Mandy’s” squeals of delight were something to behold, as was her technique. The way she moved her tongue around my shaft and the way she gyrated her hips against the guy, it’s clear she was no newbie at this. I held myself against the door frame and tried to delay the incoming orgasm, but she would have none of it. So a minute or two after it began, it was all over, in a great symphony of sexual moans and screams. I was stunned for a few moments, as were my “partners.” The Mexican came to his senses before I did. Realizing what had happened, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his clothes in a panic, and ran away before I could react, all the while screaming “Lo siento! Lo siento!” I looked down at “Mandy,” and she looked up at me. Her eyes teared up as she got to her feet. “I.. I’m so sorry, Jaycee. I… couldn’t help myself! I’m… a slut. I’m so sorry! You must hate me so much, now!” Her sobs broke my heart. I put my arm around her shoulders, brought her inside, and tried to console her. “Now now,” I kept whispering in her ear. One thing led to another, and in the process we ended up in bed again. And you know what they say about make up sex. —– A few hours later, we all gathered to check out and go to the airport. There were a lot of tensions in the group. The four of us (Brooke, Mandy, Meghan and myself) knew what was REALLY going on, but not the others. Antony was avoiding looking at “Mandy.” Frank (who had learned about Antony’s indiscretion) looked really upset and was standing much farther from Antony than usual. I wanted to stay close to “Mandy,” but to keep up appearances, I had to appear close to “Brooke” (who looked like Mandy). That made us both uncomfortable and we avoided touching each other. Jennifer also looked awkward in her clothes, like they were too tight (they were!) and she was afraid to make big movements and cause the seams to rip. Jason was the only one who looked blissfully ignorant of what was going on. (It was only later we really figured out that his IQ had dropped significantly as his tan had grown darker.) The ride to the airport was fairly silent, as was the plane ride home. We landed, got our luggage, and parted ways. Mandy, Brooke, Meghan and myself waited until the others were out of view before switching partners. I left with “Mandy” and Meghan left with “Brooke.” It was an awkward parting and we all made it short. “Let’s get together tomorrow and talk this stuff out, okay?” Meghan asked. We all nodded, just wanting this to be over. And moments later, it was over. –Jaycee

Next update: Friday

Tales From Mexico — Day 7 (Part IV)

Posted on March 19, 2012 by Jaycee

It took us several hours to find “Mandy,” and I wasn’t the one who found her. It was Antony, and perhaps now is a good time to elaborate a little bit on what happened to him and Frank. You see, not everyone was affected in the same way by the sun. Me, it was my… (ahem) size. For Jennifer, it was that she was becoming increasingly muscular and “Amazonian.” And for our friendly neighborhood gay couple, it was… long and hard erections when in the vicinity of sexy females. I’m giving you the summary, here. This is something we pieced together after the events, through careful questions, correlations and observations. Anyway, making a long story short: as their sun tan grew darker, their erections grew bigger, harder, and lasted longer. And to be clear, it didn’t increase their desire for women, just their biological response to their proximity. I’m guessing that must have puzzled them in the beginning, and perhaps raised a few questions, but they’re a tight couple. It didn’t take long for them to just bang each other like wild weasels every time it happened. But when Antony found “Mandy,” he was in for a LOT more trouble than he had bargained for. We’d just told him Brooke been gone for a while and we didn’t know where she was – and could he help look for her, just in case? He’d agreed and hadn’t asked too many questions. Which was a good thing, since we didn’t want to give him too many answers. What follows is based on our combined understanding of the events. We’re not sure about a lot of details, so I filled in the blanks. * * * * * Antony had looked in a few places, but didn’t really feel like spending too much time searching for Brooke. His better half (Franck) had gone to the spa to get a private massage, and Antony thought that was a great idea. That’s what vacations should be spent doing, not looking for a big-breasted redhead with a questionable fashion style. So Antony went to the spa and requested a massage too. He wasn’t too particular about WHO his masseuse was, and it turned out it was a girl. Young brunette in her mid-twenties (named Alice, I think), slim frame and long legs, if you were in that sort of thing. Antony knew he wasn’t, but something in his crotch felt quite differently. Since the massage started with him lying on his stomach, Alice didn’t notice anything, but when he flipped over, the bulge between his thighs was obvious enough that she couldn’t miss it. But she was classy and pretended not to see anything. Then she asked him to turn on his stomach again, to relax for a few minutes, and she’d be right back. No one knows quite what happened to her, but she didn’t return. In her place, “Mandy” went in, but Antony didn’t realize that until a bit later. She silently got to work on his body, giving him a “Massage Plus,” if you like. Let’s just say her hands touched him differently, and in places a masseuse had no business touching. Startled, he looked up to see who it was, and saw Brooke’s spectacular body standing before him. He didn’t feel any desire for it, at least not in his head, but his groin twitched in anticipation. Because you see, it wasn’t JUST the tan affecting his erection – the hotness of the girl played a big role in it as well. And Brooke’s body was as hot as it gets. With “Mandy” overcome with crazy lust, poor Antony didn’t stand much of a chance. She was all over him in minutes. He tried resisting, but the moment she straddled his waist and slipped him inside her, he was a lost man. As far as we can tell, it was only after five minutes that someone came in to his rescue. It took three guys to pry them apart. Because yes, Antony’s body REALLY got into it. Once “Mandy” started pumping him, it sounds like his particular flavor of sun tan curse enabled him to have multiple orgasms. After two or three of those, it’s hard even for a gay to resist a girl (or to even think straight, if you ask me). Once “Mandy” and Antony were split up, she turned on her captors and started seducing them. One started giving into her advances (an understandable temptation), but the other two kept things under control and escorted her back to her room (she gave them my room number). She was still there when I arrived, a few hours later. She climaxed just as I opened the door. When I came in, she looked up at me, her hand still moving inside her shorts. Her eyes welled up and she started sobbing like a child. “I can’t stop. I just can’t… Please help me?” [TO BE CONCLUDED] –Jaycee

Next update: Wednesday

Tales From Mexico — Day 7 (Part III)

Posted on March 13, 2012 by Jaycee

It was an incredible sex session. Brooke’s body was the stuff fantasies were made of, and yet there was something dangerously familiar about it. It was designed to give the best sex you’ve ever had, and I was getting multiple servings, thanks to my improved male equipment. Eventually, though, her stamina for sex was greater than mine, and I fell asleep, drained and exhausted. I don’t think it stopped the Predator, though: I vaguely remember waking up to see her mounting me, hips bucking, hands pinching her nipples. I came and fell asleep again. Maybe it was just a dream, though. When I woke up, she was gone again. Despite the incredible sex, though, there was a pit in my stomach. The value of experience is that when the past starts happening all over, you can see it coming. My Mandy was turning back into the Old Mandy. It had started JUST like this, then became a series of slip-ups and apologies that spiraled down into a very dysfunctional relationship. This time, it was going to be different. I swore myself I’d avoid the old traps and pitfalls. I got up, got cleaned up and called Meghan’s room to see if she’d seen “Brooke.” I was interrupted by a knock at my door so I hung up (there didn’t seem to be anyone there anyway). Talk about timing: it was Brooke-as-Mandy and Meghan, standing right there. Brooke started immediately: “We need to talk.” Those are never good words. —– This turned out to be a long, complex conversation. First, Brooke urged me to tell Meghan about “everthing-as-in-absolutely-everything.” Which meant the Talk About Faeries. Which we had. It took a good hour. It explained a LOT that Meghan had never really understood. The Funcam. The spontaneous and unexplained orgasms she’d had after we’d broken up. Male-Brooke’s disappearance, Female-Brooke’s appearance, and their attraction to each other. The increasing urge she’d been having to give me blowjobs since we’d arrived here. Everything that everybody had been doing in the last week, really. And now, Brooke-as-Mandy, standing right there before her. Meghan didn’t really want to believe it at first. Especially that last part about Brooke and Mandy having switched places. But then Brooke whispered some thing in her ear, the kind of things that make people blush, I think. Meghan’s eyes grew wide for a moment, then narrowed with suspicion. “You know, there IS a way to know if you’re my Brooke…” She paused. “Amen!” Nothing happened. I shook my head. “Sorry, it looks like ALL the curses stayed with the body, so that won’t work on Mandy’s body. But I promise you, this is Brooke, not Mandy.” Meghan sighed. “This stuff is crazy. I mean, too crazy to be made up, but it explains so much, I believe you.” That was a small victory. It took a bit more time to convince her NOT to talk about this in front of Jennifer, or Jason, or Antony or Frank. This had to stay secret. It was already getting a little too much out of control, these last few years. For the longest time, I’d been the only one knowing about this. Then there was Mandy. Then Brooke. Now Meghan. At this rate, everyone I knew would learn about faeries before year’s end. The next step was telling “Brooke” about what Meghan and I had done. This wasn’t my secret to tell, so I looked at Meghan. “So is there anything YOU would like to talk about?” Meghan may be a biatch and a ball-buster at times, but she’s not a hypocrit. She turned to “Brooke” and told her flat out. “I blew Jaycee. Twice.” “Brooke’s” eyes widened. “You shitting me?!?” “No. And the thing is, I still wanna do it. A LOT. Guess that’s faerie influence, right?” She looked at me. I nodded. “Yeah. And if I’m honest, you talking about it makes me want it to happen.” My thoughts WERE getting pretty dirty, with me imagining Meg on her knees in front of me, my hands guiding her head in a back-and-forth motion. Yeah, it was getting exciting. “Damn!” Brooke cursed. “Now you’ve got ME thinking about it!” She looked at my crotch, which was getting a bit overcrowded. Fortunately, I snapped back to reality and backed away. “No, wait, this isn’t going in the right direction! We have to find Mandy. You guys gotta help me. Who knows what kind of trouble she’s getting into.” There was a slight pause, probably while Meg and “Brooke” were deciding between a very sexual option and something more altruistic. And fortunately, altruism won. We set out to look for “Mandy.” Separately. [TO BE CONTINUED] –Jaycee