Jaycee's Blog - Mon, May 1

As promised, I caught up with "Biff" over the weekend. I don't actually know his name nor do I care to learn it or even hear it. When I found him, he was working as a waitress in a gay bar. He'd struck some kind of twisted arrangement with the (straight) bartender, who was allowed to grope his boobs and finger him in exchange for convincing some gay patrons to let him give them handjobs (in exchange for free drinks). So for everyone involved (except Biff), it was a win-win. It looks like he was then able to achieve some spectacular (and, it turns out, very loud) orgasms that got the gay and lesbian crowd to chuckle and raise a beer to "his" health. (It should be noted that a few lesbians were happy to have their way with him, though it brought him no satisfaction.)

Tarantina admitted she'd put quite a bit of magic into that spell. An orgasm would give him about an hour or two of respite, then he'd get horny for gay men once again. It would probably last an extra week or two. I discovered (from talking to him) that he'd gone through three sets of clothes thanks to the shrinking curse Tarantina had put on him, and the fourth set was already pretty tight around him. I thought he looked pretty hot.

Of course, his attitude was much more conciliatory after three days of relentless (and largely unsatisfied) arousal. He begged me to lift the curse, which I refused to do (he doesn't need to know that I can't; faerie magic is irreversible, it just has to run its course). He pleaded so much that I said I might consider it if he was real nice with me, but no promises. The thought of us having sex obviously disgusted him and he called me several unsavoury names. As his clothes shrank (and the remnant of his tank top dug into his boobs) and his arousal was getting out of hand, he finally relented. We found a private spot in the bar manager's office (which was deserted at this hour and which the bartender graciously lent me in exchange for a few $100 bills), and I showed Biff a pretty good time, if I do say so myself.

Of course, he didn't get any release from sleeping with me. I told him I wouldn't remove the spell (which led to more insults and the shredding of what was left of his top), but (plot twist!) he'd be able to achieve orgasms simply by fantasizing about two men having hot sex with one another. (And following my cue, Tarantina made it so). So poor Biff now has three curses (in addition to looking like Jenny Poussin):

• He can get a climax after sex with a gay man
• His clothes shrink when he insults someone
• And now he can have an orgasm by fantasizing about gay men having sex

I'd say his situation has improved a bit, but honestly, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. (Tarantina has asked me if she could kill him when we were done, a chilling reminder that she's not thinking about this as fun, just as a way to inflict torture upon one of us hated humans. I must never forget to recite her name on a full moon, or I'm goners.)

So that was my weekend, mostly. Also caught a movie, banged Morgan, banged Floriane, and did some dirty writing. I have to admit I'm a little bored lately. I have been thinking about doing some adventurous stuff. With a faerie by my side, maybe I should broaden my horizons a little.

I'll keep you posted.

--Jaycee