It’s a Date

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.

And the chats have become a regular thing, and now we’re even doing some naughty stuff. At least SHE is. She thinks I’m doing some things, but it’s just talk, on my side. I tell her what she wants to hear, and that satisfies her. But for my part, I demand to see her in action, and she’s very… compliant. She’s been dropping a lot of hints that she wants us to meet (she and Jaycee, I mean). If that’s what I want, of course. She doesn’t want to put any pressure on me, but she wants to get together, so I can get my hands on what she’s been showing. She’s clearly fantasizing about me a lot. I get a kick out of that…

So I’ve told her it was okay for us to meet. I didn’t mean to, initially. It just came out. Then I realized I was in some trouble because I don’t have a real body, and I’m not REALLY Jaycee, so she was bound to realize something was amiss. But then,  I devised a cunning plan that I think will work. I suggested that it’d be cool and kinky if we roleplayed something. She really perked up at that idea. I continued, saying that she could come to my apartment, and I’d pretend to not really know why she was there, and she could REALLY turn on the charm. And she didn’t have to worry, I’d pretend to resist, but she’d get me in the end.

“But I thought you had a girlfriend…” she said. “Didn’t you say that nothing would happen between us, except in chats?”

That was an easy one to answer:

“I did… but she moved out a week ago. It’s okay for us to meet, now.”

Saturday night, folks. 8PM. I’ll tell you all about it on Sunday!

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