Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Aug 26

As I mentioned last week, the faeries have all left for a small road trip on Tuesday (they wouldn't tell me where). I thought it'd be a perfect opportunity to read more from this mysterious notebook that a stranger had left in my mailbox during the abduction of Minx and Attitude. I thought it might be good to have someone with me to help with the translation, so I'd reached out to Brooke, but she wasn't available. I also reached out to Josephine (remember Jo? She was my thrall back when I was connected to Minx), but she and Jules (her boyfriend) had other plans (a board game night that didn't involve me, it seems).

So last night, I went and got the notebook. Things took a...let's say "Thanesque" turn from there. The moment I picked it up, I felt a rush of heat course through me and realized the faeries had known about it all along—and set a magical trap upon it. I got an instant boner and started cussing about it like a sailor. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't keep swear words from anything I said.

My long-time readers will know precisely what they did to me: they gave me Sir Thane's curse, or something pretty close to it. If you're new to the comic or the blog, Sir Thane is one of the comic's characters—though we haven't seen him in a while—who was cursed by a faerie to have a constant, massive erection and swear when he's being sexually stimulated (visually or otherwise). An "unfortunate" side effect of his curse is that women he sleeps with turn into stunning beauties after he's had sex. It's a long story, but that's the gist of it.

And now, it seems that upon touching the notebook, it was my turn to experience Thane's curse. As soon as I realized what was happening, I tossed the book onto the table and backed away. It was too late, however, my erection was right there in my trousers and announcing itself to the world. Soon, it became the only thing on my mind, so I headed for the bathroom and—forgive my crudeness—rubbed one out. And another. And another. That thing was insatiable. I was starting Round 6 when I heard someone unlock my front door.

"Hey, Jaycee," I heard Josephine say from the lobby. "Felt bad about turning you down, so here I am."

Oh, damn! That's right, she still had a key to my place! I quickly covered my mouth to stop myself from cussing, but she must have heard my muffled moans (while I still helplessly stroked myself) and headed toward the bathroom.

"Jaycee? You okay?" she asked. "Whoa, what's... oooh..."

There it was! The last aspect of Thane's curse: it makes women nearby wild with lust! And Jo was no exception.

"J-Jaycee?" she asked with a trembling voice. "I-I thought...you could no longer (oh shit) no longer do this to m-meeee... (ooh fuckfuckfuck)"

I heard her collapse on the corridor and my imagination took over. She was probably writhing on the floor, pawing herself like a heated slut, waiting for me to plug her wholes with—well, you know! It was too much to bear and I rushed out. Sure enough, she was right there, tearing off her clothes, staring at me with bright, lusty eyes. As soon as she was freed from her jeans and shirt, she crawled toward me on all fours and told me what she had in store for me and that impressive erection I was sporting.

I'll leave much of the rest to your fertile imagination, but know that we went for more rounds than Rocky against Apollo Creed with sexual energy to spare. It seemed like my cursing—not to mention the curse—got her insanely aroused and creative. I think it took over two hours before the curse faded and we were able to stop. I don't mind telling you I'm feeling a little "raw" this morning.

I eventually explained what happened to Jo. Fortunately, she'd come alone (without Jules) so this little adventure will remain our secret (like so many before), but she's pretty torn about it. When she was my thrall, she was my plaything, but we'd never have sexual marathons like this. I think this might have been a bridge too far. We'll have to see. I hope I haven't lost her as a friend because of this.

And now, the notebook is lying on the kitchen table, and I don't dare touch it even with a ten-foot pole. I'll have to figure out what to do with it before the faeries return.

Any suggestions?

--Jaycee