Journal Entry : Life Is Screwy

The Buffster and I went to LA today, Giles needed us to pick up something, or should I say someone? Faith is out of prison on parole, is that a kicker or what? Neither of us were happy to find out the G-Man tricked us into picking up someone that had betrayed us both. Faith seemed the same, yet different. She still looks and acts like sex unleashed, but there is a softness there that I've never seen before.

I think she and Buffy will be doing it before too long. I mean, come on, those two have more sexual tension between them than a house fire has heat! it's cool to watch, they will definitely make a better couple than Buffy and Riley did.

Speaking of couples, WOW! Deadboy was always hot, but around his Doyle he's combustible. Even as Angelus he didn't let off such a fuck me vibe. The Buffster and I were both doing drool checks when he walked into the lobby. Doyle's more than a little hot himself. I think my new favorite color is green. Cause I was definitely seeing a lot of it last night. Surprisingly it wasn't coming from me or Buffy. Nope, it was coming from Doyle and Faith. Those two were definitely marking their territory. I kept waiting for them to piss on their romantic interests and make it official.

Then there were the glares I was getting from Wes and Gunn. They're Cordy's lovers. I think it's kinda funny that Wills and Cordy went all through high school claiming to be nothing alike, but they both ended up in tri-relationships. Of course, both of them ended up with very, very hot lovers.

I'm the only one without a prospect, unless you factor in my overwhelming need to suck Spike's brain out through his cock and ride Giles like there is no tomorrow. Though none of this is likely to happen since Giles has recently made up with Ethan and Spike hates me. ::Side note, Ethan is another sexy bad boy! Go, Giles!::

Journal Entry: Oh Happy Day!

Okay, Weirdness has yet again entered our lives. Some weird demon came through town last night. Fortunately we didn't know until it was too late. The demon cast a spell on everyone and we jumped the object of our lust. It was a little confusing at first. I mean I've been having these feelings for a while and then, WHAM, I can't stop myself. I was at the center of a Scoobie Orgy. We all swore not to tell a soul after the spell wore off, but you're just a book so you don't count.

The evening started off like any other. We sitting in mine and Buffy's livingroom discussing the newest demon, one we actually knew about. Anya was on Riley's lap, Tara was snuggled down between Wills and Oz. Buffy was pressed up against Faith, Giles was standing in front of us all talking, while Ethan was sitting to the left of me, eyeing Giles' crotch. (Not that I blame him. Thank God for tight jeans.) Spike was seated across from me. (Again, thank God for tight jeans.) I, of course, was in my usual chair, where I could catch a glimpse of all of them.

I was zoning out on thoughts of how lickable Spike looked and wondering what he tasted like, when suddenly I was on the floor with a horny and hard Spike all over me. Now, most people would have protested; I'm proud to say I'm not one of those people.

I don't remember much about last night, other than the fact that everyone did everyone else. It is all one big sex induced fog. It's times like these when I'm sure that the Powers love us, or at least me.

I had to call into work today, I was still recovering. It's really too bad that I'm sore; I think I'd probably jump Spike again. He's asleep in my bed right now, I think I'm gonna keep him.

Journal Entry: And the Truth Shall Set You Horny.

I've officially come out of the closet. Cordy knows; she thought it was hilarious! I wasn't the one that told her, it was Wes. Giles had called him to overcome our "problem". It seems the demon's spell never ended, we were all j ust too tired to continue. As soon as the exhaustion and the soreness wore off we were shagging like bunnies. That was a Spikeism; Anya was not please with the analogy.

So Deadboy, Cordy and their life partners all came to Sunnyhell to defeat the Orgy demon. We were all too worn out to even move. Thankfully, Doyle had a vision as to where it was and they stopped it. Notice I didn't say kill? That's right, the demon lived to induce orgasms another day. It also turned out that it wasn't a spell either.

The demon was in heat. The reason we were all affected is becase of our connection to the hellmouth. One that is more intense than the normal Sunnyhell population due to our closing it several times. I never thought I would be grateful for living on the hellmouth. We're all working on getting past the three week orgy. Tara, Willow and I can't be in the same room without blushing or giggling like naughty kids. By the way, I was right about everyone in our group. Man, they are all the bomb! This is a group of walking sex gods and goddesses.

Anya has caused more than a little mortification. She had everyone agreeing that I was a Viking in the sack and that Tara hides an agressive little she-devil behind those shy smiles of hers. Spike merely smirks and makes us blush more. I did get to keep Spike by the way. Only problem is, I think I've fallen in love with him.