Mandy’s gone, but not Minx’s triggers.
Today, on the menu:
Following some good advice, today I looked for a place where Mandy could stay. Because there wasn’t much time and I didn’t want to take any chances, I went straight to the non-straight: Antony. You may remember that Antony is a gay friend of mine. (Everybody should have a gay friend, it’s the politically correct thing to do, right?)
Antony and I hadn’t talked in a little while, but he’s reliable and trustworthy. I couldn’t tell him about the faerie issue I have, of course, so I made something up. Something with enough truth in it that he’d believe it. I told him there was this weird stalker who was harassing Mandy and I’d feel safer if she could stay elsewhere for a little bit. Continue reading “Mandy’s Moving Out”
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–Jaycee
This morning, when the alarm rang, I awoke to the sights and sound of Mandy thrashing in the bed next to me, her hands going about some sexy business between her legs. Looks like the alarm buzzer was rigged to make her clitoris buzz in sync. And for some mysterious (and probably magical) reason, the snooze button wasn’t working, so it kept on buzzing…
*BZZZT* *BZZZT* *BZZZT*… Continue reading “Triggers! (Part V)”
Poor Mandy. She cleaned up the table after dinner last night. As she reached for the bread basket, her hips came into contact with the edge of the table. She let out a little gasp, which caught my attention.
“Something wrong?” I called out from the kitchen.
“Ah… Oh, I just… Oh! Oh no… OooOoOooh…” Continue reading “Triggers! (Part IV)”
Minx was in great form today. Seven pranks, in all, iterated 2-3 times each. I’ve had so much sex (with Mandy, on my own, and, once, with a warm cheesecake) that I wonder how long we’ll have the stamina to keep this up.
But the worst one wasn’t done to either one of us. Jennifer caught us by surprise last night, arriving around 8PM, with a stack of boardgames. DAMN! I’d forgotten all about that! We’d agreed to start a boardgame night every other Saturday, and this one was to be the first. Mandy and I looked at each other, knowing this was trouble, but we couldn’t come up with a good excuse to cancel. While Jen went to the fridge to get herself something to drink, we reluctantly setup the first game (Zombies!!!), still wondering if there was some kind of way out. Continue reading “Triggers! (Part III)”
Another “lovely” trigger from Minx:
When I arrived home last night, I dropped my things on the counter and went to my comfy seat in the living room to watch some DVDs while waiting for Mandy. The moment my butt hit the leather, my jeans (which are normally pretty baggy) suddenly tightened around my legs and crotch, and turned into black leather. Worse yet, some kind of invisible force started rubbing me at the crotch area, and I “grew” rather impressively. Enough so that, in fact, my pants couldn’t “contain” me, and Mr. Jaycee Junior poked his turgid head above my belt. Continue reading “Triggers! (Part II)”
After what I told Minx yesterday (I swear, it just happened!), I knew I was in big trouble.
And I was right. Continue reading “Triggers!”
This morning, while I was in the bathroom making myself pretty for the day, Minx flew up to my face, beaming with joy.
“Look!” she shouted, posing sexily in front of my nose. She took a deep breath, waiting for my answer.
“Um… ah…” I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to say. “I don’t… know… No, you don’t look fat in that outfit?” Continue reading “I Made a Boo-Boo”
So now, Brooke knows about faeries. She took it pretty well, in fact. I guess when you go from warlock to talking about faeries, there’s not much of a step left to take. So I introduced her to Minx, who was a little shy at first. Then, when I explained Minx was the one responsible for the handshake orgasm, she started beaming. “That was me!” she exclaimed with pride. She also looked at Brooke with curiosity. “You’re very pretty. With boobs like that, I bet you have sex all the time, right?” Continue reading “Revelations”
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!”
On Monday, I asked Brooke if she could pass by on Tuesday night. I wanted to talk to her about the Meghan thing, but sometimes, the best-laid plans of mice and men don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world (or something like that). Thus, things didn’t go as expected. Continue reading “Brooke Finds Out!”
