Jaycee's Blog - Mon, March 1

With the pandemic, you can imagine my sex life has been in neutral for the better part of the last year. I've been diligently practicing social distanciation, something that works for me because I'm very much an introvert and don't particularly enjoy the company of people. It also doesn't help that people in my neighborhood have labelled me as being a bit weird. (Granted, having faeries around have lend a good deal of credibility to that reputation.)

Other than the occasional delivery boy/girl or the Fedex folks, there aren't too many people who come knocking at my door. Attitude leaves them largely alone. Yesterday, however, I was blessed by a pair of visitors who seemed very interested in coming in and talking to me.

A pair of Jeovah's Witnesses. A young man and a young woman.

I generally tolerate religion, but Attitude has uses some very foul language to describe people who proselytize, especially conservative Christians.

The pair was wearing masks and asked if they could come in and spread the good news from a socially acceptable distance. You know me. I said yes. I offered them refreshments and sat across from them around the coffee table in the living room. I spotted Attitude perched above a cupboard, glaring at the pair. I knew it was a matter of time before something went down.

The first sign of trouble was the girl's skirt, which shrank immodestly and revealed most of her white thighs. Next, the young man's fly zipped open, but neither he nor his companion seemed to notice. They kept chattering enthusiastically at me, delivering their message of hope and salvation. I mostly nodded, tuning out their blabbing and wondering where Attitude was going with this.

Sometimes, my resident faerie likes to make complicated spells and watch as they gradually unfold. This was not one of those times. Rather, without either Witness really noticing, each reached for the other's crotch and gently pleasured their companion. She slipped her hand inside the opening of his pants and caressed his boy parts. He slid his fingers between her thighs and rubbed her girl parts.

Around that time, their breathing grew more ragged and hesitant, but they kept prattling on, unaware of what they were doing to each other. I could see they were clearly getting aroused, however, and struggled not to smile at their predicament. The girl was pretty enough, but clearly had little to no sexual experience (I can tell these things, nowadays). The boy had probably fooled around a bit, but not much.

After a short while, the struggled to keep on talking to me. Their bodies wanted something else entirely. They turned to each other and at last realized what their hands were doing. By then, however, they were too far gone and couldn't help themselves. They were all over each other, ripping clothes and tossing them around.

Happened right there on my couch. Got the whole thing on my iPhone, too. After it was all done, they rushed out, but not before I told them I had everything on video. It would probably be in their best interest—them and the rest of their congregation—if they didn't come back here in the future.

So now you know why people in the neighborhood think I'm a little creepy. That stuff happens all the time. ;)

--Jaycee