Short Story: Office Shenanigans

(This story is dedicated to @erinlinympho, someone whom I have come to call a friend over the years. This may be cheating, given my wealth of experience writing erotica. I hope you enjoy my story!)

Original request at: https://erinlinympho.tumblr.com/post/172861853724/ive-got-a-fantasy-im-eager-to-scratch

"... and here are the accounts that I have passed for this month, for your approval." I handed her a stack of entries passed during the month, smiling nervously as my boss took it over lazily, and without even so much as glancing at it, she signed it and tossed the documents back at me.

I stared at her face, a sculpted and well-defined jawline, dark red lipstick, matching with a low cut black romper that started between her breasts and ended above her knee. I could see the slight outline of her ample breasts, the bridge of her bra clearly visible to me. Would I look like this 5 to 10 years later?

Short Story: Caught

"So... Both of us know why you are here right?" Clarissa sat silently in front of her teacher's desk, trying to stare anywhere but at her form teacher.

"Yes Mr Lim." She shifted her weight about the chair, wishing this was already over.

"So please tell me what you were doing, Clarissa."

Short Story: And You’re Welcome

I propped my head upwards and laid on my side, watching you as you laid on my pillow, sound asleep, probably too tired from what we've done together tonight. I observed as each breath of air entered and exited you, your breasts rising and falling under the light of the rising sun, the dim light illuminating your nakedness.

Short Story: Its My Pleasure

As we entered the dark house at about 4am in the morning, I cannot help but be amazed at the tidiness of the house. Not an item seemed to be out of place, the cushions on the sofa were set perfectly straight, the floor was sparkingly clean. I felt the smooth marble flooring of your living floor as you guided me into the depths of your house, passing by closed doors.

Short Story: Graduation Celebration Dinner

It was supposed to be a casual weekend dinner. Since my niece recently graduated from university a couple of weeks back, the family wanted to get together for a short dinner together. Not that we had gatherings usually, since everyone was always busy with work and their own lives.

Welcome Back

Hello again all, a warm hello to my old and loyal followers, and an equally warm welcome to all my new followers reading my blog. I haven’t been writing for a while, which explains why I decided to post 3 stories before writing something for myself. I feel like I owe some long overdue stories to those who have been eagerly waiting for me to come back.

For those who have met for for the first time, I am currently a graduate from a local university. I like to cook, bake, read and watch drama, and of course, writing erotica. In reality, I am a very quiet individual, someone who blends into the background, someone that you probably will never notice.

In today’s post, I shall answer some frequently asked questions that I have encountered so far since my return:

1. Hi. Yes. Hello.

2. Are you dtf / send nudes / rate my dick (with attached photo - which I shall not upload to ruin your eyes) / meetup / FwB / Sexting Nope.

3. How do I contact you? You may contact me through my email at jezebel.ira@gmail.com. I prefer not to use instant messaging apps unless I’m super comfortable with you. For those who are new to writing emails, take note that e-mail writing format is different from Whatsapp writing format. Please include in your email: - Polite greetings - Introduction - Purpose of emailing me (Your purpose should not be a subset of Q2) - A proper sign off Only then will I reply you! Otherwise I don’t know why my email always ends up being redirected by my hand to a folder that I created called “Spam Inbox from Weird People”.

4. Are your stories real? Just like most novels out there, stories are often written with some basis of reality, with a dose of the author added into its inky pages. So yes, the stories can be real, but only to some extent. Which also means, yes, the stories are fake, and also to some extent. That’s what fantasy is about isn’t it? Realistic dreams.

5. Where do I get my inspiration from? Imagination.

6. Appreciation messages Thank you for your kind words! I will take note all your recommendations and feedback as well. Do continue to follow for more stories!

Jezebel’s Diary 11: Reading

This is a story of a girl. A wallflower, someone who did not draw too much attention to herself. Someone who sat quietly in class while the boys threw paper balls around the classroom, while girls gossiped about the latest couple in school. This comes from a time, when smartphones had yet to be released and when MSN messenger was the go-to platform for ‘project meetings’.

Short Story: Virginity

I was nervous as I twiddled my thumbs over my phone. I wanted this for a while already, did I not? Why do I feel so nervous all of a sudden? There’s a first time for everything, and this was the first time I acted on my desires.

Jezebel's Diary 10: No Hello, No Goodbye

I stared up at the ceiling of yet another unfamiliar room, the dull ache in my head fading away bit by bit. Slowly, I eased myself upright, the blanket falling off me to reveal my naked breasts. I looked around myself and found a cup of water sitting on the bedside table. Well, at least I had some sense to pour myself a cup of water last night. I drenched my dry throat and looked to the other side, greeted by yet another unfamiliar face.

Jezebel’s Diary 9: The Interview

The hot sun bore down upon our backs as we carried our luggage off our HR manager’s car, heavy luggage filled with all sorts of freebies that we were going to distribute today. I felt the cool of the morning air against my skin, yet I can feel myself sweating underneath my office wear, with the humidity and all the hard work. Not to mention this idiotic tie that the HR manager insisted we guys all wear.

Short Story: Sunday Afternoon Swimming

There she lay again, her hair a neat bun behind her head. Today, she was wearing a matching set of neon blue bikini, her slender body wrapped by those small pieces of cloth. I had no idea what her name was, much less anything about her. Over the past few weeks, I studied her weekly schedule. She was a creature of habit, always taking a Sunday late afternoon swim, thereafter drying herself in the light of the setting sun. Week after week I lusted after her, watching her closely each week.

Short Story: Good Morning

I awoke slowly to the morning sun shining in through the window, its gentle rays caressing me, catching the dust floating in the air. My legs were entwined under the white bedsheets comfortable with the warmth it provided me in the air conditioned room.

Jezebel’s Diary 6: Dance Competition

It was almost our turn to go up onto the stage soon. I was nervous, my hands sweaty, my heart beating hard in my chest. I could see my fellow dancers around me, preparing themselves mentally for the performance that was to come. Some were panicking, this being the first time they were performing, some were relaxed, poised and ready.

Do read the other stories @ JezFornications!

Jezebel’s Diary 5: Chinese New Year

“Auntie, Happy New Year!” She said with a smile, handing forward two mandarin oranges with two hands, a symbolic gesture that represented the blessing of abundant prosperity upon the household. She stood at the doorstep, slowly removing her heels while my wife took the oranges from her with a wide smile, gesturing and yelling for her to come in. I watched as she bent over, her delicate fingers prying one shoe from her heel, one after another. Her skin was fair and looked so soft.