Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Sept 1

Tarantina's found new a new way to "torture" me. Her creativity in that regard never ceases to impress me. As you probably know, I'm largely resistant to faerie magic due to my connection with her. That means in order to give me the tiniest boner, she has to spend a LOT of magical energy, which is generally not worth it. But she knows how my mind works and has other ways to get me turned on (and in a mood to "request" her aid in getting sexual partners). She figures that the quickest way to get me killed is to "exhaust" our connection, free herself, and give me a slow and gruesome death.

Okay, so that was a little dark. Bear with me.

Lately, I've been working on an erotica commission for a Faerie Queen backer. It's been slow work, which will make sense in a moment. I don't know how it is for other writers, but for me, in order to write something erotic, I have to, y'know, get into it. I need to visualize it, imagine it happening, and imagine how it feels for the characters. Sometimes, it comes easily; other times, it's a struggle.

Tarantina has taken to reading what I write over her shoulder, then making the action appear in my very living room. So as I'm writing a story about Princess Heather and Autumn body-swapping, she made Autumn appear on my desk, then made her act like in the story. And since it's a story involving Heather being trapped in her body and being incredibly horny (too horny to resist touching herself, in fact), there she was moments later, on her knees, pawing her boobs and moaning in ecstatic agony.

Instant boner for me, of course. I excused myself and took refuge in the bathroom for a quick wank. Of course, then I wasn't in the right mood to write any more erotica, so I decided to take a nap. I woke up around 5 PM and felt a little hungry. I'm too lazy to cook (and I can't cook very well anyway) so I decided to order some chicken from a local rotisserie that I like. It was here 20 minutes later (they're very fast!).

When I opened the door, it wasn't one of the regular delivery guys or girls. No, it was Autumn, or someone Tarantina had turned into a human-sized Autumn. She was somehow overcome with intense lust at the sight of me. She dropped to the ground, pawing herself without consideration for the neighbors on my floor, and began to moan loudly. I quickly helped her inside (which wasn't easy since she really was too busy playing with herself to be much help) and watched her get off right there in front of me.

I stood there the entire time, a raging hard-on making a royal-sized tent in the front of my pants, with Tarantina sitting on my shoulder and asking me if I wanted her. "I can make her want you, if you want," she whispered. "She can do things you've ever only dreamed of. Just say the word."

So guess what? I said the word.

Right there on my apartment floor, I had sex with Autumn herself, and lemme tell you, it blew my mind. I stopped counting after a dozen orgasms (that's just mine; she was coming almost non-stop) and several hours of exhausting...plowing.

But I had just enough energy to write this. Now I'm off to bed.

--Jaycee