Jaycee's Blog - Mon, Nov 29

Yesterday, I decided I was going to face the biting cold weather (-5ºC, which is 23ºF for you Americans) and visit the German Christmas market they've set up in Old Quebec. It's very pretty, as you can see:

Naturally, the faeries wouldn't let me to by myself. They decided I needed a chaperone and a bodyguard to make sure I didn't do anything appropriate (yes, you read that right). They played four-way rock-paper-scissors-faerie (which makes no sense even if you understand the rules of the game) and Naughtybelle won. She decided she'd take Sophie along (who, when wearing a mask, really looks just like an ordinary person).

I've never mentioned this, but I have this annual tradition to go to the German Market, get myself a European hot dog and some warm mulled wine, and enjoy the sights. Depending on when you go, there are sometimes carollers singing atop a circular gazebo. I find it's a great way to start the Holiday season. It's wholesome and heartwarming, and it's my favorite activity  this time of the year.

Of course, Naughtybelle decided to ruin the purity of this event by doing what faeries do: turning it into an opportunity for debauchery and depravity. She decided that every Christmas song would make my cock about an inch longer at rest. She didn't mention (on purpose, no doubt) that it would make me hornier every time. And of course, she joined us so she could be a witness to my misery.

(In case you're concerned about the cold, you should know that faeries have a really high tolerance to weather extremes. Still, she dressed for the occasion, wearing a thick coat of white fur and a matching Russian hat.)

It took less than ten minutes for me to be fully erect and another five for me to feel the effects of some seriously blue balls. And Sophie (no doubt instructed by Naughtybelle to do this) would constantly slip into my embrace, her back to me, and rub her spectacular butt against my crotch. I swear, there was one booth where I bought a big pretzel where I started getting cross-eyed. Once, her hand discreetly slipped between us and she rubbed my erection. I may have whimpered in a less-than-manly manner.

I lasted about thirty minutes before all I could think of was fucking Sophie (or any female, really) like a rabbit. The problem was, we were in the middle of an open-sky market in a crowd of hundreds. There was no privacy. There were also WAY too many children in the area for me to... you know... "let it go."

Finally, I found an area at the periphery of the market where some stalls were closed. Either no one had rented it or whoever had rented it had yet to set up shop. As luck would have it, the tiny door in the back was unlocked. I slipped in, dragging Sophie by the sleeve. In hindsight, I should have paid closer attention to the electronic equipment blinking in the dark, but my cock was too hard and I had no time to waste. I unceremoniously pulled down Sophie's pants and underwear, and cleared the nearest shelf of some devices so I could sit her there. She dutifully pulled some lubricant from her coat pocket (how considerate of her) and got herself ready while I unzipped.

I got to business in seconds. I huffed and puffed and grunted like a proper man. She moaned and whimpered and squealed like a proper fuck doll. I came inside her in less than a minute. I screamed. She screamed. We both slammed against each other, causing the entire stall to shudder while we came.

It was a doozie.

After another minute, I realized everything was silent outside. The music had stopped. I could hear some murmurs outside, including a few giggles. I looked around and realized where I was. It wasn't an unused booth—that's where they'd set up the whole audio system for the entire site. Naughtybelle told me later that I accidentally triggered the microphone of the PA system, thus broadcasting my Minute Man activity to everyone in the area.

I quickly got dressed and rushed outside, followed by Sophie. A pair of security guards spotted us and gave chase, but they were fortunately a bit chubby and didn't know Old Quebec like I do. We quickly lost them and came back home.

Sadly, the curse hasn't gone away. I should also point out that the faeries have discovered how to give orders to Siri, including their new favorite: "Hey, Siri, play some Christmas music."

--Jaycee