Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Apr 21

For the last several weeks, my libido seems to have been increasing to the point where I'm rarely walking around without at least a half-erection. I'm not sure what it is, but I suspect it's my deep connection with Tarantina that has an impact on me. Just yesterday, I was sitting with Floriane at my place and we were cuddling while watching Ghosted (fun flic, if you have access to it). We'd already had sex twice (once on the kitchen table then once again while she was taking a shower to clean herself up, but just an hour later, I felt Little Jaycee stirring in my pants. (That's a bit of a misnomer because it's not that little, and technically it's Brooke's dick, nor mine—but you get the idea.)

It doesn't help that I've begun some writing for a commission by a backer that features Wonder Woman. Like it or not, writing erotica means you have to fantasize about sexy situations, and my dick doesn't really know the difference between images in my head and images in real life. So after a while of feeling the side of Floriane's boobs pressing against my chest, I excused myself, pretending to go to the bathroom. In truth, I actually had a quick talk with Tarantina and asked her to turn Floriane into Wonder Woman. She'd look like and think she was the real thing, but with none of the powers. In addition, she couldn't help but obey my every order, and Tarantina would alter her body following any instruction I gave her.

When I came back, Floriane was already looking like Wonder Woman. She was confused as to how she'd gotten there. I told her I had summoned her using my magical powers and intended on making her my sexual slave. She protested and tried knocking me out, but I told her to FREEZE on the spot, so she did. I told her she wouldn't attack me and just stand there. Then I ordered her hands to play with her boobs, and she did that. I told her the longer she played with her breasts, the bigger they'd become (that was a cue for Tarantina, which she caught and executed, not without some snarky remarks about my lack of originality). As she kneaded her boobs, they expanded and popped out, the nipples standing stiff and upturned.

Then I had her slide her hands inside her tight crotch. She protested, but couldn't seem to stop herself. Somewhat inspired by the story I'm working on, I "ordered" her clit to stiffen, lengthen and thicken, and to keep getting bigger the longer she played with it. She protested and begged me to stop, but of course I didn't. I kept her doing it (with great skill and enthusiasm) until she had a giant 18-inch meat hammer between her legs.

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. I pushed her onto the couch, stripped down her bottoms, and bent her so that her knees were close to her ears—and her giant dick had nowhere to go but inside her mouth. I told her to lick the tip while I inserted myself in her, and banged her silly.

It wasn't long before I erupted deep inside her. I was so turned on that I didn't soften up and went at it a second time.

As for her orgasms, not that I was paying much attention, but Tarantina tells me it was pretty much non-stop for well over ten minutes. Then her neurone were fried and she passed out (or zoned out, I'm not sure).

And that was just the beginning. I spent most of the evening debasing her in all the positions I could think of. I think it was past midnight when I was finally tired and satisfied enough that I told Tarantina to return her to normal. My faerie companion said that's now how things worked, that spells lasted until a specific deadline (if one was set) or until the magic was spent.

So I went to bed with a very filthy (and exhausted) Wonder Woman. By the time I woke up, she was back to being Floriane and didn't seem to remember what had happened to her (though she kind of guessed from all how sticky and filthy she was).

(And yes, I took some photos. I'd have been stupid not to.)

--Jaycee