Jaycee’s Blog - Wed, Nov 2

No, I didn’t miss my train on Saturday. And for those who care, I had enough time to get off twice (took just under two minutes), clean myself up, and walk to the train without a rush.

The trip was long, especially with the constant vibrations in the train. I had asked for a more isolated section of the train (pretending I was immunodeficient and would prefer to be away from people), which gave me some privacy. I did massage myself throuh my shirt (at first) and pants (not long after), keeping watch to ensure I didn’t get caught. I’m sure you can imagine the sight; I don’t have to, I was there. I tried to show some restraint, but came about a dozen times by the time we reached the station. That was around 9 AM.

I took a taxi to get to Brooke’s place (technically, still MY place, for which I still have a key). IT’s barely a ten-minute drive from the station, but I was, let’s say, “ripe for the picking” by the time I got there. The closer I got to Brooke’s vicinity, the crazier my sex drive got. By the time the taxi driver dropped me off, it was all I could do from stripping and banging his brains out. I got inside my old place, headed straight to the bedroom, and found Brooke there with a raging hard-on and a puzzled expression. When he saw me, it all made sense. As always, our proximity threw our libido in hyperdrive, and we rolled onto the bed like wild weasels.

A few hours passed. We desecrated that bedroom, then every other room in the condo. At some point, we got so noisy that it irritated one of the faeries (Grief, I think), so she forced us into a 69 position until we had ten orgasms. I think she was hoping for a half-hour of semi-silence. She got fifteen minutes at best.

Noon rolled around, and even though we were still crazy horny, I at least had regained enough self-control to engage in non-sexual chitchat. (To attempt anything like an innuendo or a conversation about sex would have shattered our self-control and we would have been reduced to rutting animals once again; we know this from experience, it’s not just theory.)

Brooke told me he was thinking about switching jobs. He’s not super happy being an editor and wouldn’t mind getting into something a bit more social. At this point, I don’t know how long we’ll be locked into each other’s body, and the faeries aren’t saying (or willing to say) when it’ll end. I told him to go ahead and find another job so long as he was okay doing the same. Selling lingerie to hot women is sometimes too much of a turn-on (ooh, danger, danger, slippery slope!) and I’d like something more intellectual. We gave each other our blessings.

Then there was more crazy sex. He said something about his workouts, I said something how it showed, and it went downhill from there. He might have commented that I hadn’t been working out in his body, and that my boobs had gotten a bit bigger as a result of the extra fat (he might’ve been right about that, my bras have been feeling a bit tight lately). One thing led to another, and we were back to the weasel sex.

In the middle of all that, I got some updates on everything, which I’ll summarize here (just know that this was all gathered between mind-blowing orgasms, so I might have misunderstood some bits):

• Brooke has a girlfriend, someone named Paula. They never meet at his/my place for fear of faerie trouble or having to explain about Sophie.
• Jennifer’s been doing modeling for a while now. She’s starting to become successful and had over 100k followers on Instagram.
• Jo is pregnant and expecting her baby in February. (I didn’t get any more info because as soon as I thought about her boobs lactating, I pretty much lost my mind.)
• No one has heard from Attitude, not even the other faeries. Seems like they tried once or twice, but Attitude requested some privacy. So not sure what’s happening to/with Priya.

I took advantage of my stay in Quebec (and my more “stable” sexual condition) to do some flirting online. I looked exclusively for men in Montreal (visiting Quebec) so I could bring the relationship back home and have some sort of stable sex life. I had a lot of dates, many of which were ruined by Brooke, who thought it’d be funny to get within vicinity of my date location and watch me get helplessly turned on in front of a stranger.

He’s a jerk that way.

Still, I managed to meet one guy that caught my attention. His name is Patrick and he’s the owner of a small IT consulting firm. Handsome guy, makes big money, knows how to party, and oozes charm. Even though I prefer girls (though lately, that seems to matter less and less), his charm and sense of humor were a big turn-on. We hooked up, and while sex with him was far more vanilla than what I have with Brooke, I’m thinking it’s just nerves. That’s normal at first. I’m sure we’ll get to spicier stuff once we’re back in Montreal.

So that’s that. I’m taking the train back home tomorrow morning. I’ll keep you posted, as always, on the next steps in my life.

—Jaycee