Jaycee's Blog - Mon, Dec 2

Well, it was a mistake telling you about Tarantina, but now that the cat's out of the bag, I'm allowed to tell you the consequences of my indiscretion. First, however, I have to tell you about Tarantina and how magnificent she is.

Even though she's the size of a regular faerie, she's so beautiful that just thinking about her gets me all tingly inside (you know where!). She's got long, lustrous hair on her right side while her left side is shaved almost to the skin. Her proportions are ridiculously hot and barely hidden by the buckle front top she's wearing:

Her long legs seem to go on forever and are barely hidden by the mini-skirt she's wearing. Her breasts are huge (at least twice the size of what's in this picture), which suggests she's really powerful. (For those who don't know, the size of a faerie's breasts is a good indicator of their power.) The only difference with a faerie is that instead of dragonfly wings on her back, she has four extra spider legs not unlike one of Spider-Man's costume:

Okay, so maybe I should order a commission or something, that'll look better (if she allows it—I wouldn't want to do anything that would displease her).

Now on to the delightful torment of the last few days. She quickly got bored with having us have sex with one another. She decided to take us out for a spin two at a time (Mandy and I, and separately Larry and Tommy). For Mandy and I, she turned us into shy lesbians, sent us to a cafe, and increased our arousal so that we'd build up to an orgasm every hour. We were able to handle it the first time, but after the second hour, we wailed so loud that we were expelled. We couldn't find a taxi so we took the subway back to my place. We got home just in time for the third climax to hit us, but it was pretty clear to the other public transit passengers that we were in heat. (It also helped that despite our shame, we couldn't get our hands off each other; at one point, I had Mandy sitting in my lap while I discreetly groped her boobs.)

For Larry and Tommy, Tarantina sent them to a restaurant. While they ate, she cast a spell on them so that (under the table) their dicks stretched, reached either other, and merged at the tips so they were one long fleshy tube connecting them. She had Mandy and I watch through some kind of floating scrying mirror, explaining that to each other, the entire person felt like one large, hypersensitive tip. If Larry touched himself (scratching his ear, wiping his lips with a napkin, etc.), that felt like raw pleasure to Tommy, and vice versa. And when they had a climax, it all came through their nose (which, I'm telling you, made their napkins very messy, very quickly). It was weird, but seeing how much pleasure it gave them kind of turned us on (Mandy and I). We ended up rolling on the floor together and missed Larry and Tommy's apotheotic climax. It seems that leaving the restaurant in their condition was "quite the hilarious sight."

I can't wait to see what comes next. I'm sure it'll be sexy and very delightful.

--Jaycee