Since yesterday was the day of the year where I HAVE to be good, I decided to lift all curses I’ve put on Mandy over the last few years. There were more than a few: Continue reading “My Good Deed Yesterday…”
Tag: Sister Madeline
Night at the Strip Club
On Tuesday, Brooke called me up, sounding excited and all. He said we just HAD to get together on Friday night and go to this place. Wouldn’t want to tell me where, or why, just that we HAD to.
He said I’d enjoy it. Continue reading “Night at the Strip Club”
All Is Revealed
Attitude showed up last night. I mean, she actually showed up and talked to me. I’ve known for a while she was back, just from the renewed mischief (and hot sex) in my life, but this was a visual and audible validation of her return. Continue reading “All Is Revealed”
Mandy — An Unusual Night
So on Saturday, as I got back home from work, there was Mandy waiting for me in my apartment.
I could quickly see she was pretty upset. She was back to wearing the skanky outfits I’ve come to expect from her. She had two travel suitcases with her, next to the couch. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure some things out. I didn’t have to ask or even say it — she ran into my arms and started sobbing on my shoulder. Through her tears and hiccups, she blurted out that she’d been kicked out of the convent. Something about inappropriate behavior (big surprise there). She had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Continue reading “Mandy — An Unusual Night”
Tricks on Sister Mandy
Well. I’ve gone for simplicity. Since no one cared, I decided neither should I, and I cursed Mandy with ALL three things I talked about, instead of just one.
So now, she’ll climax every time she hears the word “Amen;” her breasts will feel “attracted” to other women’s breasts in the vicinity (and the bigger they are, the harder it will pull), and she’s going to pass on a contagious kiss that will skip from woman to woman each day.
This should be a FUN convent pretty soon.
“Attitude”
If You Can Read This…
…then you are not Jaycee. I’ve glam’d up my messages here so they are invisible to him. I don’t want him to know I’m back.
So, as you can see, I AM back. This was FaerieCon CLXII. This year, it was set in Venice, cerca 1133. We had the most amazing time. People there and then were most libidinous, so it was rather a challenge to embarass them. Attendance was up — around sixty-five showed up. Continue reading “If You Can Read This…”
Black & White on a Saturday Night
Last night was the big date with Mandy. The so-called rehabilitated Mandy.
To be honest, I picked up the phone twice with the intent of cancelling the date. I had a few canned excuses ready to serve, like “I’m not feeling well (*coughcough*)” or “Sorry, I have a blog article to write to tell everybody how much of a bi-atch you were to me in the past.” In the end, though, I put the phone down because there was something in her tone of voice that sounded different from before. Also, I figured that the best way for me to deal with Mandy wasn’t to avoid her, but to see if I’d recovered enough to be around her without slipping and ending up inside her. (Don’t laugh! It happens, you know!) Continue reading “Black & White on a Saturday Night”
The Return of Mandy
The title says “Return,” but don’t worry, you haven’t missed anything. My relationship with Mandy predates this blog. For you, it’s all new. For me, it’s old history I’d rather forget. I won’t get into the details, but suffice it to say, Mandy used to be my girlfriend, five years ago. That is, until the faerie entered my life and jinxed her. The pre-faerie Mandy was witty, educated, very social and curious about the world. The post-faerie Mandy, well… she’s a sexual predator. And she’s packing all the right equipment for the job, too. She’s cunning, malicious, very hot, and going to bed with her is like crack — instant addiction. Continue reading “The Return of Mandy”