Jaycee's Blog - Sun, Aug 6 (Patreon)

I might be in big trouble after all. I thought it wouldn't be fairly easy to quit asking Tarantina to use her magic on my behalf, but it really isn't. For starters, there's that almost-permanent boner I have that won't go away. The problem is that even with Brooke's looks, I'm not that great at picking up girls. Never had the knack for it. When I try to do what Brooke does, it fails miserably. When he plays the pick-up artist, he's suave and convincing. When I do, it's clunky and a little pathetic.

And sure, wanking is an option, but have you ever tried doing that when someone's watching? Tarantina is attracted to sexual activity like a magnet (even simple masturbation) and she knows when I'm up to something. She immediately shows up and starts with the wise cracks and malicious comments. She knows exactly what to say and how to say it to completely shut me off. I could order her to go away (or to make me come), but obviously that defeats the point of NOT asking her to do things for me.

And there's another problem, one that I've come to cal "the Urge." I'm not sure exactly what it is (Tarantina won't tell), but there's some kind of magical link between us. It normally feels smooth and fluid, and I don't notice it's there. I had that with Minx as well, many years ago, and it wasn't something I noticed because it was "comfortable."

Now that I've got Tarantina and I'm actively trying NOT to use her magic, that link has become more tense and rigid. It "itches," if that makes any sense. Not physically. It's like something nagging at me from the back of my head. It's a constant irritant and keeps me distracted. I resisted it at first, but it kept growing in intensity until I couldn't stand it anymore. And instead of asking for an itty bitty spell just to take the pressure off, I cut loose.

Last night, in the middle of a shopping mall food court, I told Tarantina to make EVERY ADULT come hard (yes, that included me). People eating at the tables dropped their food and contorted as something exploded in their pants. Customers in lineups or workers behind the counters lost all dignity as they fell to the floor or leaned back against a wall, gushing or squirting as sudden climaxes overtook them. I noticed a janitor bending over his cart and humping it throughout his orgasm. The whole thing lasted half a minute, which for most men must have felt like like the best and longest orgasm of their lives. (Not so much for me, having had better/longer experiences with faeries, but it still felt pretty damn good.)

In all, I think about 200-300 people were affected, which is a pretty big spell even for Tarantina. She looked a little winded after the magic was over, but she was grinning with satisfaction. Big spells "cost" a lot and weaken our bond accordingly. And with my mind still reeling from the orgasm, I wasn't thinking straight. It had been good, but I wanted more. I had Tarantina teleport me to the nearest Hooters (yes, TELEPORT me, which is a frikking powerful spell). There, I had her lock the doors and taint the windows, and caused an epic orgy with me at the center. I ordered her to make every man and woman in there hot, sexy, and beautiful, and we went at it for hours.

I don't know how much that taxed my bond with Tarantina, but it has to have been a lot. She's been sleeping it off for the last twelve hours.

So here I am, worried about the next time it happens (and how quickly it'll happen again). It may be better for me to ask for small favors from time to time rather than wait for the Urge to push me into scenes of mass erotica.

I am so screwed...

--Jaycee