Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Mar 2

If you're a long-time reader of Bloomin' Faeries!, you may remember something I mentioned here and there in the past: faerie magic doesn't last forever on humans. Or on any living thing, it seems. This was confirmed by Tarantina, who (while she despises me) cannot tell a direct lie when I ask her a question. (She can certainly dance around a topic if I'm being vague, however.)

What's much less known is that faerie magic lasts a WHOLE LOT LONGER when it's cast on objects. No one knows for sure, but she thinks it has to do with some kind of spirit energy in all living things that objects lack. That spirit energy "eats" at faerie magic, which eventually dissipates.

So I've asked Tarantina to enchant some items that I carry with me most of the times: my hat, my scarf, and my belt buckle. Here's what they now do any time I want them to.

• Hat: lets me alter the body of anyone I am directly looking at in any way I want. 
• Scarf: so long as I hold it with both hands, anyone I "capture" with grows hornier by the minute. It's a little bit like Wonder Woman's lasso of truth, except it ends in orgasms.
• Belt Buckle: that one's for me. It lets me have any kind of dick and erection I want, and have orgasms at will (and as "juicy" as I want them).

I've already had some fun with the hat this past weekend. I was out with Floriane (whom I finally called back—WHAT? I was horny!) and tested it on her. Her boobs were fine the way they were, but I made her nipples and clit stupidly hard. It was fun to sit at the bar with her and watch her squirm on her stool. It was a bar where she was a regular, too, so it was a blast to watch some of the guys she knew come talk to her while I sat nearby, an arm around her. I gave some of them impressive erections that showed very clearly through their pants, something she didn't fail to notice. I made it worse by whispering some very filthy suggestions in her ear.

Eventually, as you no doubt expect, she literally begged me to come with her to the bathroom and give her some relief. I told her no for an hour before I relented. By then, she was so ripe and sweaty that her shirt clung to her wet skin and left nothing to the imagination. The bartender smiled knowingly as she pulled me toward the bathroom.

I have to admit, I was a little drunk with power. I asked her to do very dirty things to herself (right there in front of me) before I gave her what she wanted. She begged and pleaded for me to screw her, but not until she'd stripped down and played with herself for my benefit.

I'll let you imagine how it all ended up. An this was just with the hat. I didn't (yet) have the scarf or the belt buckle. Tarantina made those for me last night. I plan on going out tonight to test them out. I can hardly wait.

--Jaycee