Jaycee's Blog - Sat, May 14 (Patreon)

You know what sucks more than being right about someone and telling her what you think to her face? The crushing wave of guilt that follows. Sure, Mandy is no saint, but two wrongs don't make a right. I've been mad at her for several days (or years, actually), but that's not an excuse to be cruel the way I was.

After she was gone, I called Brooke and left a message on her phone (which, technically, is my phone, but let's not make this too complicated). She picked up. She was expecting my call after she'd spoken to Mandy, but didn't know how our conversation had gone. I think she was secretly hoping I would forgive them both, but I was (at that moment) still way too pissed to let them get away with lying to me for so long.

In hindsight, and after having cooled down a bit, I'm more...relaxed about it (though that's not the right word...). I have other problems, which I'll get into in a moment. Anyway, I was still mad when I called Brooke, and I told her what I'd said to Mandy. She was pissed about what I said. We got into a shouting match and I hung up on her. I don't know what I said, but I'm pretty sure it was hurtful. I might have ended up our friendship, I don't know.

And I don't know if I care a whole lot about that at the moment. It tuns out I have some other problems that I haven't talked to you about yet. You see, I quickly noticed that Brooke's body comes with a pretty strong libido, but I hadn't realized the extent of the...problem. Since I was actively maintaining his relationship with Linda and Riley, let's just say it never got too bad. After I "kicked" Mandy out earlier this week, however, I felt too shitty to meet up with either of "my" two lovers. It only took two days for the wet dreams to start, and another day for the erotic daydreaming to cause "permanent leakage," if you get my drift.

Self-satisfaction doesn't seem to help. I mean, I get off all right—with a hot body like that, how can I not?—but like scratching mosquito bites, the itch comes back stronger and more persistent soon after. Unfortunately, I only realized I was making things worse after three sessions, so right at the moment, I'm going quite mad with lust. I'm touching myself constantly through my clothes even as I'm writing this.

Screw it. I'm back, I needed a break. I've just called Linda (while masturbating, how's that for multi-tasking?) and literally begged to come here and fuck my brains out. She's on her way, probably speeding and burning red lights to get here quickly. Obviously, this has to be the work of some faerie magic, but that doesn't make the spell any easier to resist. Just writing about all this is...

Okay, back again. I'm going to wrap this up, I don't know how long I'll last anyway. I hope Linda gets here soon... Can barely think.

Have a fun Saturday. I know I will.

--Jaycee