bloomingfaeries
patreon
Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Apr 13
🕑 Added 2022-04-14 10:56:29 +0000 UTCIt's been about two weeks since Attitude has left, and I'm pretty down about it. Feels like the end of an era. Attitude had been with me for over ten years, so it's hit me pretty hard that she's gone. But I guess that's life, right? People move on and such. Like Mandy, like Meghan, like Martine, like Minx...and now like Attitude.
The remaining faeries have been no help, though they've tried to be. They've tried to cheer me up with the usual sexy shenanigans, and sure, there's been plenty of gushing and wailing and climaxing (not necessarily in that order), but it doesn't really last. Once I come down from the expected sexual rush, I'm kind of in the dumps again.
Just last night, they turned Sophie into a young Monica Bellucci, probably the sexiest woman alive, and replicated her actual personality. The moment she appeared, she was puzzled as to how she got there. Then her breasts started expanding and she became incredibly turned on. At the same time, she struggled to hide her predicament from me, mumbling that she had to call her agent so he could have someone pick her up. Within moments, however, she couldn't stand it and had to tear off all my clothes while protesting she didn't want to do this. We did the deed, but once it was done, I turned on the TV and watched the news. It talked about the war in Ukraine and the sixth wave of covid, which further depressed me.
I decided to go take a walk and sat in a nearby park until it was dark. At one point, someone else came to sit next to me. When I glanced at him (and he at me), we recognized each other. It was Father Bob, the pedophile I mentioned several months ago. It was Attitude who had introduced me to him. My heart sank a little at the reminder of her absence.
Father Bob asked me how I was. I said I was fine, that I was dealing with a personal loss, but it was going to be all right. Time heals all wounds, that kind of stuff. There was a silence, then he asked me if I had made any progress with my...urges. He meant the pedophiliac tendencies I had falsely confessed to him in an attempt to get him to open up about his own problem. I said I had no such tendencies, that I'd liked to him.
"Why would you lie about that?" he asked.
"Because YOU have that problem," I answered.
He tried to protest, but I shushed him. I was too morose to let him try and lie about it. Attitude and I had observed him often enough and long enough. I had a long list of places and times he'd just sat there watching children, and I had the name and description of those children. I told him what I knew, but not how I knew. It was very...clinical. I wasn't angry or upset at him. Oddly enough, years of hanging out with Attitude (and other faeries) kind of made me more...understanding about the weird kinks that lurk in people's heads.
"You need some help," I said flatly.
I'd given a lot of thought on how there might be some faerie trickery that could get him to stop fantasizing about children, but there had never been a miracle spell to just fix him. Faerie magic wasn't good with mind stuff, and it never lasted anyway.
"The church won't do anything," he whispered. "I've tried telling them, but they just move me around when things get too hot."
"Then maybe get your own help," I suggested. "The alternative is to keep doing the same thing over and over, and remain unhappy."
I left, my own words echoing in my head. Doing the same thing over and over... Isn't this what I've been doing all these years, since Attitude has been with me?
Perhaps I could follow my own advice and make a change?
--Jaycee
Comments
A Man with Joe Name
This was kinda cathartic in a way....
