The Return…

Attitude is back.

Some of you may have noticed some difficulties with the site in the last few weeks (including a blank page, wonky navigation, loss of old posts, etc.). You would think by now I’d have figured out that whenever something goes wrong, it’s because of a faerie. I didn’t use to think that, but the last years have definitely taught me the truth of that. So yes, it was Attitude’s fault.

But perhaps I should start from the beginning. I’ve pieced together what happened from talking to Minx, from some Attitude’s own comments, and by deducing the rest.

Attitude has been back in my flat since the beginning of February, more or less. Because she has seniority over Minx, especially where I’m concerned, she made Minx promise to keep silent about her return. Upon learning that Minx had shared her name with me, she became furious. While she understood why Minx had done it (I’d saved her life), it meant she could not directly affect me anymore.

So she did the next best thing: she “talked” to something called Blog. Apparently this “Blog” is a techno-magical entity (that’s my word for it) she created within my site a long time ago. She says it was there to “become me” and mess things up a little (more on that later). Attitude was so angry that she asked Blog to trash the site. Blog was very happy to do so and snuck in a bunch of malicious code everywhere in the site. This led to the blank page some of you may have encountered. (I’m glad to report that this was resolved and Blog no longer exists within my site, but there’s more to THAT story).

Attitude may not have been able to curse me directly, but that doesn’t mean she was helpless. She looked at the people in my life and decided to have some fun with them. And this leads to… Jennifer. She and I have been like brother and sister for the longest time (long-time readers of my blog know she’s just a friend to me). Attitude, however, decided to change that. Just this past Wednesday, Jennifer & I came back to my place after going to the movies. We decided to play some Guitar Hero for a bit. After a few games, however, Jennifer’s eyes flew wide open. Thanks to my faerie sight, I saw her arousal levels rocket skyward and break the sound barrier. She let out a sharp yelp and turned to face me. I realized I was in trouble and moved to stand up, but she was faster and pushed me back into the couch. She quickly straddled me, lifted her shirt and shoved her large dreamy boobs into my face.

Okay, let me pause the action for a moment. Folks, I’m just a guy. You shove these kinds of breasts in my face and I’m going to have an erection, no matter how I feel about the owner of aforementioned boobs.

So yeah, we did it. Un-pause.

And then, we did it again. And a few more times after that. Jennifer was quite the manic sex beast–something I didn’t expect from a shy girl like her. Even after several orgasms, I could see her horniness stayed at “11.” She wasn’t relenting. She kept looking down at her crotch in disbelief, as if it was a separate part of her that was out of control, and she couldn’t understand why it wasn’t satisfied. But understanding wasn’t required, just satisfaction. Even when I went soft, she found other ways for me to give her orgasms. I’ll tell you, she was pretty creative.

And suddenly, it stopped and she fell to the ground, exhausted and breathing heavily. I got up to bring her some water, but while I was in the bathroom, I heard the apartment door close. I peered outside–Jennifer was gone.

After that incident, I grilled Minx to learn more about why she did this to Jennifer, but she shook her head and remained tight lipped about what happened. I was about to get upset when I heard a familiar voice. It dripped with an anger and contempt I immediately recognized.

“Leave her out of this. This was my doing.”

Yeah. Attitude was back.