Seeing Right Through Her

Goddammit!

Morgan is parading around the office today, wearing a thick sweater and a long skirt. That’s fine for everybody else, but *I* can see she’s not wearing any panties or any bra. I can also tell she’s getting aroused whenever she catches me glancing at her. She’s been giving me these predatory looks that just mean I’m in trouble or something. Continue reading “Seeing Right Through Her”

The Price of Victory

When I woke up this morning, I could feel something was wrong with me. When you’ve been afflicted by faerie curses a few times, you begin to notice a few patterns. Like what I was feeling this morning — a combo between a hangover and a slight fever. If you’re a normal person, you probably would think it’s just a bad day. Me, I know better.

It wasn’t long before I found out what was wrong with me. The moment I ran into Morgan, I knew I was i trouble. Continue reading “The Price of Victory”

Admission of Guilt

The last few days, I’ve been doing some detective work. Namely, I’ve asked Attitude to confess to her crimes against Lana. So now I know what she’s done, and it’s pretty devious. Like always. Fortunately, thanks to Mandy’s help, we were able to get the truth out. It went something like this:

Me: Mandy, I don’t understand what’s up with Lana. She’s got these crazy nipple pains several times a day, then she gets these intense feelings of nipple arousal every other day or so. Do you have ANY idea what it could be? Continue reading “Admission of Guilt”

The Not-So-New Mandy

It’s now 6:25 AM and Mandy just left. We spent the night up talking. There was a LOT to talk about.

When she showed up last night, I could tell there was something VERY different about her. Beyond the fact she no longer had that killer Playmate body, she also no longer radiated sexuality like before. She was back to the Mandy I knew. The one I really loved, before Attitude had her way with her. Continue reading “The Not-So-New Mandy”

My Crazy Life (Update)

Just a quick update for those of you who’ve been following my crazy life:

  • Morgan hasn’t hit on me in a bit over two weeks, but she’s constantly giving me that “vibe” that it’s going to happen again soon. She stares at me when she thinks I can’t see her, and sometimes, after looking me for a long time, she “excuses” herself and locks herself in her office. I can easily imagine what she’s doing in there.
  • No news from Meghan. Good riddance there. As for Brooke, he still leaves the occasional message, but I keep ignoring them.
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Attitude Strikes Again

Friday night, Lana slept over at my place. I tend to get up very early, so I went to my computer to do some internet while she slept on. It was probably around 7:00 when she joined me in my small office, wearing one of my t-shirts. I could see she was on high beams and teased her about it.

“Happy to see me, I see.”

She winced and bopped me gently on the back of the head. “Yeah, but that’s not it, dummy. I’m just… I don’t know… sensitive, today. Actually, they hurt pretty bad right now.” Continue reading “Attitude Strikes Again”

“You’re an Idiot.”

I’ve had a very crappy week. I’m sure you’ll understand why.

On Tuesday, when I came home, I found Meghan’s key to my apartment on the kitchen table, without so much as a farewell note. Attitude later told me she’d taken all of her things with her. When I asked if she looked sad or upset, or anything, Attitude just shrugged and said I was an idiot. Then I asked her if ANY of this was her doing, if she’d done something to Meghan or Brooke BEFORE the trip, just to ruin my relationships with them. Again, she shrugged. “You’re an idiot, like I said,” was the only response. So I dropped the topic. Continue reading ““You’re an Idiot.””

Fantasies of Morgan?

Some of our faithful readers may remember that around a month ago, I witnessed my boss Morgan having a little fun with her lady bits late at night at the office (when she probably thought no one was there watching). You may also recall that I had spotted some faerie dust on her keyboard when I inspected it (after she left, of course). Well, there’s more about that story than I’ve shared with you. Continue reading “Fantasies of Morgan?”