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Jaycee's Blog - Wed, July 26
🕑 Added 2023-07-31 09:53:40 +0000 UTCI have to admit it's been a difficult week, now that I know there's a ticking bomb in my future. While Brooke and the faeries were here, I didn't use Tarantina (or the suit) to do anything magical. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't need magic, that I could lead a normal life like everybody else.
Turns out it's not that easy. Once you get a taste of how easy things with magic, it's kind of your go-to the moment there's an annoying obstacle in your life. The other day, this old lady was counting pennies to pay a coffee she'd purchased at Starbucks; I had Tarantina give her an urge to pee to speed her up. Now, I have to wait patiently. Hell, I have to go to Starbucks rather than have a perfect coffee conjured up for me.
So I'm afraid I wasn't much fun for my guests (which made Tarantina very happy, of course). It seems I was so miserable that the faeries got some random hotties to give me a lap dance in a public park in the hope of raising my spirits (and something else). It didn't work. No amount of breasts shoved in my face or crotches grinding against mine seemed to make a difference.
Then Brooke thought of something. He wouldn't tell me what, just to get up early on Sunday and bring outdoors clothes. At first, I thought we were going to go camping or something ( an activity I loathe, largely because of the bugs and complete lack of comfort), but that wasn't it. He showed up in the morning with a van that packed a pair of kayaks. Not the long ones that you use on calm lakes. I mean the short stubby ones you use to navigate roaring rapids. Kind of like this:
If you're wondering where your legs go, they're pretty much scrunched up in the front. I protested that I had never done this, that I didn't really want to die from drowning or getting smashed against rocks, but Brooke insisted. He said we'd try it for a day and if I didn't like it, we'd come back the following morning.
We stayed there five days, my friends. Five days of sheer terror and wonder. I get that there are people who actually enjoy the activity itself and the challenge of the river. For me, it wasn't the enjoyment. The raw panic that filled me every moment I was in the rapids meant that I was focused on the moment. I was in survival mode, living second to second rather than worrying about a theoretical future that may never occur.
The faeries joined us, of course (even Tarantina). They are creatures of the wild to begin with, so a return to nature was a welcome break from urban life. They stripped their clothes off and splashed in the water (except Tarantina, who glowered while they enjoyed themselves). They had some fun casting spontaneous orgasms on some passing female kayakers, much to our amusement. Later that same night, Brooke and I ran into them again. Thanks to more faerie magic, we had a loud orgy that must have terrified the local wildlife.
This adventure was exactly what I needed. After a few days of river kayaking, I'm still fearful of what Tarantina will eventually do to me, but the first (and toughest) days were made better by the relatively immediate and tangible fear of dying on the river. So if you're ever worried about the future, set that aside and go do something dangerous, like rock climbing, bungee jumping, swimming with sharks, or anything that pumps you full of adrenaline. It'll give you perspective, I promise.
--Jaycee
