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Jaycee's blog - Sat, Oct 29
🕑 Added 2022-11-01 09:31:26 +0000 UTCI spoke to Brooke last week, and he seems to be doing fine. He's still working my old job, but he hates it. He says he's been working out a lot because frankly, my body needed it. Good for us, I guess. I haven't been taking as good care of his body, I have to admit. I just don't have that kind of motivation. Brooke also said he had girlfriend and sent me photos. Holy crap! The woman is almost 6' tall (which is taller than my old body is), insanely fit, and (by Brooke's account) a lioness in bed.
Speaking of relationships (and back to me), both Riley and Linda have told me they needed some time off within a few days of each other. Mandy was out of the country for some work-related thing. This looked suspiciously like faerie mischief, but I have no way to investigate that. That's not my real problem anyway. Since this happened a week ago, and since I need sex every few days, my arousal has skyrocketed and I'm having trouble dealing with it.
I knew this was going to happen, but at first I thought I could tough it out. After two days, I was constantly aroused. After four, I was imagining everyone around me naked and fornicating like wild weasels (with me in the middle of all the action). After six days, I was lubricating so much I had to wear pads and change them at least twice a day. Masturbation relieved the pressure for a little while, but it felt even worse when the heat returned.
On the seventh day, I was so horny I could barely walk. I decided to go to a bar and hook up with the first decent-looking guy I found. My female body is incredibly sexy, so I thought I'd only have to snap my fingers and the men would come running.
Not so, it turns out. Maybe I was giving off a crazy vibe, but any attempt at charming a guy resulted in humiliating rejection (or some very hostile behavior from their girlfriend).
Yesterday, I was so lust-crazed that I had to call work and tell them I was taking an emergency vacation for a week. The only solution to my problem, it seems, is to go back to Quebec City and bang Brooke's brains out. At least HE won't be able to resist me. Whenever we're in close proximity, there's like this nuclear sex reaction that occurs that "makes us" have sex like rabbits. That should do the trick. Maybe if I stop having sex on the brain, I can meet and charm someone who can match my libido.
I'm at the station now and they're announcing it's time to board my train. It's leaving in ten minutes, so I have to go.
I wonder if I have time for a quickie in the bathroom before I leave. Two-three minutes to do it, a few more to cleanup, and the rest to board the train.
Yeah, plenty of time...
--Jaycee
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A Man with Joe Name
I imagine that train was missed....
