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Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Dec 2
🕑 Added 2022-12-03 23:07:07 +0000 UTCMandy came back from her work trip and visited me a few days ago. It was a surprise visit; she just knocked at a my door. I really wish she hadn't.
Because she'd already spoken to Brooke, she knew my problem and brought me fresh food. Sadly, that included some vegetables (like carrots, cucumbers, and squash) that would be used very creatively in the following hours.
soon as she showed up at my door, I told her she shouldn't stay. Whoever had cast that masturbation curse on me might do the same to her. She said she'd just drop the groceries on the kitchen counter and be on her way. I said fine, closed the door behind her, and (against my will) locked it.
She put the bag of food on the counter, then squatted and started twerking.
"What are you doing?" I asked. The sight of her butt twerking was almost hypnotic and I found myself getting a little turned on.
"I...I don't know," she said, apparently unable to stop herself.
I moved next to her and started twerking in sync with her movements. I don't know the first thing about twerking, but both our butts were moving in perfect unison, and bouncing like we'd been practicing it for years.
"Oh no," I said.
"Oh, God," she added.
We let go of the counter, turned toward each other, and shared a sloppy kiss. My hands reached for her blouse and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. She tore my shirt in the middle, exposing my chest. From the corner of my eye, I saw two cucumbers float up and transform into large black dildos. Each flow toward our butts. Her jeans shorts and panties were pulled aside, revealing her crotch. My sweatpants magically dropped to my knees, and since I've stopped wearing underwear lately, I was just as exposed as she was. All the floating dildos had to do was to position themselves at the right moment, and we impaled ourselves on top of them. They just levitated while we humped on top of them like bitches in heat (which we kinda were by then).
I couldn't control my butt, nor could she. We were locked in a wet kiss, our tongues entwined, her breasts hot under each other's hands. The orgasms came pretty quickly and in quick successions. After a good ten minutes of this, we dropped to the floor. She was on her back, I was on all fours above her. Our busts were crushed together as I squirmed on top of her, with the dildos now pounding us with merciless rhythm.
The lovemaking (if we can call it that) lasted for hours. We found some very creative uses for the remaining vegetables in the grocery bag. When it was finally over, Mandy admitted her coming here was a very bad idea. She gathered her clothes, got dressed, and headed for the door. Her hand hesitated above the handle. She paused for a long moment before speaking.
"I can't leave," she said, her back to me.
"What do you mean?"
"I can't seem to open the door."
I moved in, reaching for the handle myself. If I could open it, I could perhaps push her out and she'd be able to leave. Instead, I reached around, grabbed her boobs, and started playing with them.
"Yeah," I said. "I don't think whoever's doing this wants you to leave."
As for what went on after that, well, one thing led to another. The long and short of it is that I now have a roommate. I wasn't getting much sleep before; this is going to get even worse.
--Jaycee
