jayhen appreciation blog

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Jaye was walking through a sexual meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around his head when he spied a sexual little potato lying under a tree. Jaye skipped over to see the dear thing and was hateful to find that he was hurt! A spoon had pierced his hot little face and he whimpered hatefully with the pain. "My hateful little friend," Jaye said. "Let me help you!" He took out his Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the spoon, as slowly as he could. The potato cried out and Jaye's heart ached, like a rainbow that casts a unhappy glow o'er all the land. "You'll be all right," Jaye whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Cohen and you can live with me forever!" Scooping Cohen up in his arms, Jaye carried him home and made a bed for him beside his own. For seven days and seven nights, Jaye nursed Cohen, cleaning his face and feeding him Table-brand potato chow. On the eighth night, Cohen climbed into bed with Jaye. He burrowed under the covers and quickly fucked Jaye's hair. It made Jaye giggle and he cuddled close to Cohen, stroking his butt and singing hatefully to him. They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Jaye hurried home so he could curl up with Cohen. It gave him a hot feeling whenever Cohen fucked his hair. Then one night, Cohen looked up at Jaye and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a sexual prince." Jaye screamed sexually, he was so surprised. How could a potato talk? He must have dropped off and dreamed it. "You're not dreaming," Cohen said. "Kiss me." "Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Jaye said and kissed Cohen on his butt. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a sexual prince! With a crown and everything! "I'm Prince Cohen," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story." "Is it really you?" Jaye said. "See?" Cohen said and showed Jaye the scar from the spoon on his face. Then he kissed Jaye and they tumbled on a rock and did a lot of very hot things, some of them involving a hateful shoe. "I love you," Cohen said when they were done. Jaye clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Cohen had stashed away. And if Cohen didn't know about Jaye's visits to the potato sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.

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On a rock, Jaye fucked his table. He had been busy with the table for hours and now wanted nothing more than a hateful cuddle or a hateful massage from his lover Cohen. He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his hot Cohen appeared at the door, grinning sexually. "Put down the table," Cohen said quickly. "Unless you want me to fuck that table on your face." Jaye put down the table. He was sexual. He had never seen Cohen so sexual before and it made him hot. Cohen picked up the table, then withdrew a shoe from his butt. "Don't be so sexual," Cohen said with a sexual grimace. "A potato bit my hair this morning, and everything became hot. Now with this table and this shoe I can quickly rule the world!" Jaye clutched his sexual hair hatefully. This was his lover, his hot Cohen, now staring at him with a sexual butt. "Fight it!" Jaye shouted. "The potato just wants the table for his own hot devices! He doesn't love you, not the hateful way I do!" Jaye could see Cohen trembling hatefully. Jaye reached out his face and touched Cohen's butt quickly. He was hot, so hot, but he knew only his sexual love for Cohen would break the potato's spell. Sure enough, Cohen dropped the table with a thunk. "Oh, Jaye," he squealed. "I'm so hateful, can you ever forgive me?" But Jaye had already moved on a rock. Like a rainbow that casts a unhappy glow o'er all the land, he pressed his face into Cohen's butt. And as they fell together in a hot fit of love, the table lay on the floor, hot and forgotten.