Jaycee's Blog - Sun, Nov 21

Dual update: Steve & Lucie invited me at a home party on Friday; and I went to church to confess more fake sins to Father Robert on Sunday.

First, Steve and Lucie. The party was at their place, which I've visited before but never actually described. It's in a very old and posh section of Old Quebec. It's a very large studio with a huge balcony and a terrace on the top floor. What I didn't know about them is that they are incredibly well connected people and frequently hold soirées (or salons, if you prefer that term) where they invite people whom they find "interesting." These events occur quarterly, I'm told, and everyone must bring two bottles of wine as an admission fee. There are no other obligations.

There, I met several people with some notoriety (there was, for example, a local radio host and a well-known Quebec City chef). The people there were well educated, articulate, and (I have to admit) fascinating to talk to. I have no clue why I was invited. I guess my personality struck a chord with them, because there's otherwise not much special about me (except that I live with faeries, but I never told them that). And no, the evening didn't turn into an orgy, though I did notice some couples getting overly friendly in the dark corners of their large flat. I also spotted a couple engaged in pre-sex kissing when I went to get my jacket in the bedroom before I left. Steve and Lucie were great hosts (and Lucie looked particularly stunning in a very low-cut burgundy dress that clung to her hips like a drowning man to a buoy—does that metaphor even work?). They made me promise to be in touch, we should go for dinner soon.

Honestly, it felt like I stepped into the prequel of Eyes Wide Shut. It was very...surreal.

As for Father Robert, I returned to confession yesterday (under the guise of the same person as last time). I turned up the heat a little by being a bit more graphic about my pedophile fantasies. (I have to say, I felt the taste of bile in my mouth throughout my confession and wondered if it was worth it.) When I was finished, he stayed silent for a long time. At last, he gave me absolution, urged me to pray God for salvation, and tasked me with several acts of contrition before next week.

I hope I get to the endgame of this scheme soon. If he doesn't take the bait next time, I'll just give up. This is just too creepy.

Dear readers, you might think this was a sexless week, but fret not. Sophie is still "in da house." She's still as demanding and dominating as ever. She's also shockingly strong, so saying no to her isn't exactly an option. Besides, when you have a magic-induced hard-on and blue balls the size of Venus, it's not like you're going to put up much resistance.

--Jaycee