Grief's Blog - Wed, August 4

This is Jaycee, once again acting as a typist on behalf of one of my faerie roommates. Grief has something she'd like to express, and I'm just here as a proxy.

Last night, Jaycee went out to a Happy Hour with work colleagues and I followed him. This one redhead girl (whom I'll call Quinn to protect her privacy) caught his attention, and I can see why: she has a very pretty face and a body that gives men boners. And while Jaycee barely qualifies as a man, he did get a substantial boner. It doesn't matter, though, because she doesn't even know he's alive.

Unfortunately, our Jaycee has quite the imagination, and I barely had to use my faerie senses to see how he lusted after her. His conversation with nearby colleagues was inattentive at best. He was entirely focused on Quinn and staring at her chest (no doubt hoping she wouldn't notice). She was wearing a summer dress that didn't expose any cleavage, but hugged her curves quite well. It doesn't take much to get Jaycee's imagination, and she got him fired up like fireworks on Canada Day. Jaycee, why don't you tell the readers what you were imagining? And no fibbing, or it's another week to your sentence.

Quinn really has spectacular boobs, so I imagined for a moment that I had faerie powers and used them to create invisible ghostly hands that would slip inside her robe from behind and cup her boobs. They'd be very sensitive and she'd get aroused. Her nipples would thicken and harden, and I'd notice her embarrassment at the situation. She'd think it's just her imagination and would soldier through it until it went away, but the cupping would be more insistent and the movement of her tits through her top would be visible. She'd fold her arms across her chest to prevent anyone from noticing the movement. She'd be blushing furiously by then, but to anyone asking she'd respond it was just the heat. Maybe then I'd move one of the ghostly hands down to her—

I think that'll do. You will agree, readers, that these kind of fantasies are unhealthy and reduce women to mere sex objects. While it's okay to like sex, it's also important to treat them as full human beings. In this particular case, I told Jaycee (last night) that he should get up and talk to her, not just fantasize about embarrassing her. She might like him. She might say yes to a date. She might marry and bear his children. He'd never know until he got some balls and approached her.

That's when he shooed me away like an insect. For trying to help, no less. That'll teach me, don't you think?

So at present, Jaycee is being punished. Since he didn't have real balls, I gave him some. They're triple the normal size and producing semen like mad. He's also got a permanent twelve-inch boner that's too thick for him to circle his fingers around. That thing, I'm proud to say, is majestic. And it's designed to stay this way for a full week—that's the time release I've put on it. You should say thank you, Jaycee.

But it won't cum!

That's true, yes. But since you won't talk to girls and think fantasizing about them is enough, it's not like you need or deserve to cum, don't you think? Anyway, in the words of my faerie sisters:

"You're welcome."

--Grief (and Jaycee)