Jaycee's Blog - Mon, May 23 (Patreon)

So. Brooke's stupid body is horny all the time. I've run some tests in the last week, and it looks like if I go 24 hours without having an orgasm, the lust starts taking me over. After 48 hours, I can barely think. After 72 hours... well, let's say there's nothing I wouldn't do to cum. I know, I got there on Saturday.

I started that particular test on Wednesday. Linda left my place in the morning after a quick (but rather intense) post-breakfast session. She called me later at night and we had phone sex—which was somewhat satisfying, but not like the real thing.

On Thursday, I started feeling it. In my mind, I started imagining my colleagues and customers (even the not-so-attractive ones) in sexy lingerie, obeying my every sexual whim (and my whims tend to be rather depraved, as I'm sure you know). At night, Linda offered to come over, but I turned her down. I pretended I wasn't feeling very well, but actually, I only wanted to see what would happen if I resisted whatever magic makes me feel this way.

On Friday, everything was about sex. My nipples itched all the time and I had a lady boner that throbbed with every step I took. (And if you remember, I work in a lingerie shop, so standing on my feet and walking around is part of the job.) I took several "relief trips" to the bathroom, which had to be pretty musky by the end of the day. My colleague, a slim girl named Paula, kept glancing at me, but I mostly ignored her. All I could think of was jamming myself with one of those large, exotic dildos that Brooke had apparently been collecting. When I got home, that's just what I did. I left it there, where it buzzed frantically and kept me coming until I passed out. I woke up in the middle of the night, mad with need, and pumped myself until dawn, but nothing seemed to get the job done.

On Saturday morning, the bus ride to work was hell. Just sitting there (in the back) was pure torture. The vibrations of the bus and the bumps on the road nearly drove me over the edge. I was alone on the back bench, so I lifted my leather skirt and touched myself. I came within ten seconds, biting into my fist to avoid attracting attention to myself. The bus ride was only fifteen minutes and I was able to come three times before it was time to get off.

Just walking through the mall to the lingerie shop was agony. I desperately wanted to throw myself at any man I ran into, didn't matter what he looked like or how little money he made. I imagined each of them taking me right there, in public, up against a wall and with my skirt hiked up to my waist, their face plunged between my huge boobs.

I could barely walked when I entered the shop. Paula saw me and rushed over. I must have looked a mess because she looked worried. She probably thought someone had molested me on the way to work or something like that. She took me to one of the changing booths, had me sit down, and went to fetch me some water. When she returned, she froze in shock, the plastic glass slipping from her fingers and spilling on the floor.

I was full-on frigging myself and I didn't care if she looked. Legs spread wide, I was going at it like it was the last thing I'd do before dying. My moans echoed in the deserted lingerie shop while Paula just stood there with a slack jaw. I vaguely remember shouting some filthy orders at her, and her eyes grew wider still. I repeated the orders, or may be issued new ones. Finally, she reacted and knelt in front of me.

I'm not sure she was an actual lesbian or if it was just the sight of Brooke's spectacular body in full heat that triggered her own desire, but she figured out what to do pretty quickly. We groped and fingered and licked each other quite frantically until we had both come a few times, then... well, then the embarrassment came.

While we got dressed, she asked me if I was all right. She'd never seen me like that and hoped she hadn't done anything against my will. I said she hadn't, then scrambled for an explanation of sorts. All I could think of was to say I'd gone to a hypnotist show the night before, and that someone had implanted some kind of sexual trigger that had somehow activated on the way to work. I apologized for the incident and any embarrassment I had caused her.

So that is a lesson learned. I have to have sex pretty much every day or at worst every other day, or I go insane. Damn. Brooke had never mentioned that to me, and we're best friends.

Or were.

Maybe I should check up on her, see how she's handling my life with the faeries...

--Jaycee