Jezebel's Diary 8: Inspiration

I want to write

I want to express
Images to say
No words to display

I want to feel
I want to show
Emotions to tell
Stories to feel

My hand drifts
Across my phone
The lighted screen
Remains still

I stood alone
Outside the cold
I felt the numb
The cold loneliness

Music too bright
Lights too loud
Alcohol was numb
Legs were drunk

Inspiration
Strikes
At the weirdest
Of times

My hand
Finally moves
Words formed
Images written

I stood tall
Upon swaying feet
I typed hurriedly
Ideas don’t wait

As I wrote
As I strode
I spotted inspiration
On the floor

Inspiration cried
Back against a wall
She sat on the floor
Tears she only saw

I leant down
Caressed her cheeks
Inspiration
You’re all I seek

Feeling my hand
She tilted her head
Upwards she gazed
With distant eyes

She was gone
Her soul was torn
She cried enough
To those loud sounds

In the dark
I carried her up
Against the wall
I whispered to her

Inspiration
You’re what I seek
Others may not want
But you I need

Inspiration smiled
A weak one at best
Her soft eyes
Still had hope

I smell her breath
Her exhale on my lips
Our noses touched
Our lips joined

This is wrong
She thought aloud
I’ve not done this
Ever before

I did not smile
I just leaned in
My lips found hers
With inspiration I kissed

Inspiration
Had a flat stomach
Smooth toned skin
Cherry sweet lips

I felt her up
My hands against
Her skin
Under her slip

She did the same
Her hands on my back
Drawing me close
Enjoying our kiss

I felt her breasts
Covered with lace
Hearing quickened breaths
Feeling quiet moans

My hand
Was sandwiched
By her warm back
And the cold wall

Found the clasp
Of her lace bra
I slipped under
Pressing against skin

Knees between
Her legs
I leaned gently
Onto her jeans

Inspiration moaned
And moved
Her hips gently
Against my knee

Her hands grabbed
Crumpling my dress
Yet I did not care
I wanted her bad

For someone new
She had the feel
For experienced me
I knew what to do

My hand
Moves unfettered
Across her
Heaving chest

Under her lace
Feeling her mound
Of young breasts
Of erect nipples

Each one I pinched
Lightly and sensually
Too little to hurt
Enough to pleasure

Her jeans
Were in the way
The rough material
Blocked my path

We were in public
Acting like lovers
I wanted more
I could not care

My tongue found hers
Like how a snake
Senses heat
Like second nature

Inspiration was drunk
On my sexual advances
Sealed by my lips
An addictive kiss

My hand drifts
Under her jeans
Found the same
Matching lace

Under I went
Feeling her skin
Found some hair
Yet downwards I seek

I loosened my knee
Giving some space
To find the secret
Of my inspiration

I found the secret
Moist against my hand
The familiar folds
I also have

I knew where
To touch
I knew where
To feel

My hand slides
Along familiar
Rifts and edges
To deliver pleasure

Inspiration squealed
Into my mouth
The high pitch
Hitting my throat

I was engulfed
With satisfaction
Pleasuring someone
My dedication

Inspiration leaned
Onto my breasts
Her hands gripped
For support and rest

One hand upon breasts
Kneading like dough
The other is wet
Like working clay

The feelings she felt
I am well aware
Years of experience
None could compare

My fingers moved
Like an expert craftsman
Moulding wet clay
Quickly and gently

She was almost ready
Drawn like a bow
Ready to release
I was in control

I felt her tense
Under my hands
The familiar shudder
I could deliver

Inspiration groaned
One last time
She held her breath
As I soaked her dry

I held her close
As she recovered
From the pleasure
That wrecked her

I laid a kiss
Upon her forehead
My hands caressed
Her warm cheeks

Finally she stood
On her two feet
I gazed once more
At dreamy brown eyes

Thanks she said
Her eyes glowed
It was my first
I must be insane

I smiled a smile
Secretive and shy
Like how I am
In real life

There is no need
We will not meet
I’m merely a stranger
Seeking inspiration

Inspiration I wanted
Inspiration I needed
Inspiration I sought
Inspiration I found

These stories I write
Are deeply etched
With my heart and soul
My feelings entwined

Sometimes I write
With feelings enraged
Sometimes I write
With no aim in mind

But always I write
To express myself
And I always write
To find myself

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Hello!

I know I haven't been updating my blog for some time. So sorry for leaving you all high and dry! I will be updating as per normal again really soon, so please bear with me in the meantime. Thanks to all my faithful readers and followers for the kind concern. I will be writing again real soon!

Regards,
Jezebel

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.

I was watching her all afternoon as she dipped in and out of the water, her long slender legs cutting through the water as she moved forward. I watched as she rested after every five laps, the skin around her chest catching the light of the setting sun. How I wanted to run my hands down her chest, feel those mounds around my hands.

Instead, I felt myself instinctively drop my pants and underwear, my hands stroking my cock as I continued to watch her take her weekly swim. I imagined her hands upon me instead of my rough hands, softly touching me at places where I was sensitive. I played with my balls the way I imagined she would, running my hands over the rough skin beneath my cock. I could feel my precum oozing out of me, the warm fluid coating my entire cock head.

I did not let myself draw near to my orgasm. I wanted to thoroughly enjoy my experience of fantasizing while watching the girl of my fantasy right in front of me. I slowly alternated between stroking my cock and teasing myself, as she continued to do her laps. Soon, she finished and she got out of the water, the water dripping off her skin.

Her ass was as slender as the rest of her, and I felt my hard cock throb at the excitement of seeing her lower body out of the water. I noted her thigh gap as she started to dry herself with her towel, her breasts and pussy mound prominent as she stretched upwards to dry her back with her towel. I stroked my cock slowly, feeling the warm rod of flesh within my hands.

She walked towards the nearest lounge chair and laid down upon it, basking in the setting sun as she took a break from her swim. I watched as she continued to lie there, and I could barely see her chest moving up and down from where I was on my balcony. I was on the third floor, my pants a heap around my ankles, my cock in my hands. I continued to stroke my cock as I admired her young body, imagining all sorts of things I would do to her.

Her skin was young and flawless, and her legs were crossed in a ladylike manner, obscuring her pussy mound from my view. Yet all I needed was my imagination. I imagined pulling her bikini bottoms off her, revealing her pussy to me. Was it shaved? Was it naturally hairy? It didn’t matter. The excitement of seeing her naked would turn me on. I continued to stroke my cock harder, feeling myself draw close to an orgasm.

I wanted to feel her breasts, to knead them gently within my fingers, and smell the aroma of her skin. I imagined her nipples perked upon her breasts, my mouth enveloping them, gently sucking on her sensitive spots. I can see her in my mind’s eye, hear her moan gently as I felt her up between her legs, warm and wet.

I felt my cock swell up as the warmth gathered up within my cock, escaping spurt by spurt unto a wad of tissue I held upon my cock head. I felt my heart beat hard in my chest, relieved as the waves of orgasm rocked my body, my hands feeling the warm fluid soaked up by the tissue.

I stared out of the window, and there she was. Yet this time she was not laying down anymore, and for an instant I thought her eyes connected with mine before she looked away. I continued to watch her, my cock still hard and throbbing after cumming. She gathered up her towel and her belongings, her long legs stretching out from the lounging chair. God she was beautifully slim.

Little by little, she disappeared out of sight from my view.

I gathered up my things as well, throwing away the cum-filled tissue into the dustbin near me. I did not bother to wear my pants back, as I wanted to shower after a good masturbation session. My cock was turning flaccid already, and I was feeling cold from feeling the evening wind against by bare skin. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and as I prepared to enter into the toilet, my doorbell rang.

Sigh. Who could it be at this hour? I walked towards the door, my towel around my waist. As I opened the door, the same girl in her neon blue bikini stood before me. I was stunned a little by her beautiful body, and I was speechless.

There she stood, barely an arm’s reach away from me, her dark brown hair in a bun, her bright eyes staring right at me, as if she was exposing all my secrets with just her stare. Her skin was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be up close, fair and smooth. Her legs shone with a certain gleam, as if they were freshly waxed. Her lips were a luscious red, red that stood out from her fair skin. I noted her bikini, the cloth that covered all her sensitive and forbidden parts, yet I mentally stripped her all the same.

What could she want…?

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Dear reader,

I hope that you’ve enjoyed this short story! As you may have noticed (or may not have due to your excitement), the story is still incomplete. I am leaving the second half of the story to you readers to imagine and write. Are you going to dominate her and take her for yourself? Or is she the dominant one? Will it be rough or gentle? What type of girl is she like?

I am hereby opening the second half of the story for anyone to write in and let me know what they think will happen. Do note the few pointers I have below for the second half of the story:
- It should be written from a female point of view
- Foreplay should be well-written. I love a good foreplay.
- A considerable length, about 1,000-1,500 words
- Anything socially acceptable is fine. No cannibalism, bestiality, blood or gore. This isn’t Game of Thrones.

The best entry will be posted as a continuation to the first half of the story (and maybe get to know me better too?). I’ll be accepting your stories till 8 July 2016, 2359, so do email me your entries at Jezebel.Ira@gmail.com! I hope to hear from all you readers soon!

PS: Emails with junk/one sentences/requests will be strictly ignored. Other than the above requirements, the rest is up to your imagination.

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.

I propped myself up slowly, taking care not to wake my boyfriend up from his sleep. I continued to watch as he slept, his naked chest heaving with each breath of his, the sound gentle and soothing. I smiled to myself as I leaned into his hair, smelling the smell that I loved so much. I wrapped my arms around his torso, just glad to have my arms filled with someone I love.

He did not stir at all, probably tired from all the fun we had last night. I continued to smell his aroma, a smell I just cannot get enough of. I traced my fingers slowly across his chest, feeling his smooth skin underneath my fingertips. Circling his nipple, I gave it a gentle flick. I turned to look at him as he moaned a little, his eyes still closed and his mouth half-open in mid-moan.

I continued trace my fingers across his body, alternating between my fingertips and my palm. Each time I moved near his nipple, I could sense him tensing a little, hairs on his arms rising, as if in anticipation.

With my other hand, I reached under my silk nightgown, feeling for the parts of me I knew so well. I felt my hand come into contact with my little tuft of hair between my legs, well-trimmed into a triangle pointing towards my most private regions. Parting my legs a little, my hands found the crevice between my legs, a small slit breaking the smooth skin. I probed into the crevice, finding myself moist between my legs. I stifled a moan as I accidentally brushed against my clit. My pussy was still sore from last night, but I was aroused nevertheless.

With my arm upon my boyfriend’s chest, I drifted slowly under the sheets, reaching for the area below his waist. It did not take me long to find what I wanted, a tent already set up using his underwear as a canvas. I laid my hands upon his cock, feeling the warmth of his rod through his underwear. I could feel his blood pulsing through his cock, fuelling his rock hard erection, the same large cock that pierced me just the night before.

 I lifted his tent to the side, springing his cock free of his tight briefs. I felt his warm rod of flesh directly, his cock pulsing within my hands. I could barely wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. How on earth did I get this much cock within me last night? I continued to slide my fingers between my pussy lips, taking care not to touch my sensitive clit. That was too much of a sensory overload for me.

I glided my fingers softly all over his cock, feeling his oozing precum between my fingertips as I paused at his cock head. His foreskin has totally drawn back, and the head of his cock was covered in precum. I ducked under the blanket, seeing for myself his large member, pointing directly up at heaven, the same place he sent me last night. The air underneath the blanket smelled strongly of sex, a mixture of the smells of our arousals.

Both my hands were wet, one drenched in my pussy fluids, the other drenched in his precum. With the amount of fluids on both my hands, I could easily glide my fingers across both my pussy and slide my fingers up and down his thick cock. I moved closer to his cock, the smell of his sex turning me on, the tingling feeling between my legs getting stronger. I stopped with my nose right above his cock, smelling the strong smell of his precum.

Sticking out my tongue a little, I contacted the head of his penis, tasting the salty precum. My pussy was aching, ready to take something within me. Ready, I slid my fingers further down my slit, finding the opening of my vagina, well-lubricated for my entry. Easily, I inserted my fingers into my warm privates, feeling the aching lips parting easily for my fingers. I could feel how sensitive I was down there, easily reacting to the simple penetration of my own fingers. I felt the warm velvety flesh envelop my fingers, my fingers bringing me so much pleasure with its gentle strokes.

With my mind half in euphoria, I took his cock head within my mouth, the entire head barely fitting into my lips. With just his head in my mouth, I could already feel his cock filling up all the space my mouth had to offer. I was barely halfway down his cock. Nevertheless, I sucked, tasting more of his sweet nectar upon my tongue, fingering myself gently underneath the sheets.

What my mouth could not cover, I stroked with my free hand, making use of the mix of saliva and precum tricking down his shaft. I sucked his cock with enthusiasm, my mind totally focused on the pleasure doing this gave me. His moans were also audible now, coming from above the bedsheets. I could hear his deep voice moaning in pleasure, his hand weighing down upon my head through the sheets.

I moaned on his cock as I pleasured myself, my voice box sending vibrations down his shaft, inciting more moans from him even as I moaned. I could feel myself drawing near to my release, my vaginal muscles tightening upon my fingers deep within me, my body tensing and preparing for the unimaginable waves of pleasure.

His cock felt good in my mouth, the large meat almost choking me. I started to stroke his shaft faster, hoping that he will come as I do. With one last thrust into my pussy, I felt my pussy pulse as waves of orgasm swept over me.

At the same time, I felt the cock within my mouth tense up for a while, before spurting its warm load down into my throat, filling up whatever space I had in my mouth. The taste of his semen filling up my mouth could not have come at a better time. The orgasm felt so good, I almost had trouble keeping myself conscious. Waves after waves of pleasure washed over me, as his cock continued to unload his semen into my mouth. I tried my best to keep it all in, enjoying the taste within my mouth as I came.

Before long, I felt the last waves of my orgasm come to an end, leaving a tingling sensation within my pussy. I emerged from the sheets, greeting my boyfriend with a smile. I opened my mouth, showing him the semen that I kept within my mouth. With one gulp, I swallowed his cum, feeling the warm, sticky fluid sliding down my throat.

“Good morning to you too.” He smiled.

Jezebel’s Diary 7: 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.

I excused myself to the toilet, receiving a little backlash from my dance captain. Nevertheless, she let me go, reminding me once again that time was of the essence. Being late on show would definitely cost us a lot for our dance competition. I hurried to the backstage toilet for the dancers, grabbing my small little bag along the way.

No one paid much heed to a lone dancer breaking away from a group. Everyone was nervous for their performance to come. Teams that were done performing were relaxing in a corner, relieved looks upon their faces. Some of those who were already done have left the backstage, but the backstage was still crowded, with many teams still waiting for their performance to come.

Perhaps due to the tension, the ladies toilet was rather empty, save for a couple of girls huddled over the basin, touching up on their makeup, making forced idle conversation. Choosing the toilet store that was the furthest away from the exit, I settled into the last cubicle, heaving a sigh of relief to be in my own personal space.

Well. I did not have much time to waste. There was only two or three more teams up performing before it was my team’s turn to perform. I placed my small bad on top of the sanitary bin cover beside the toilet bowl, and I lowered the seat cover, making myself at home on top of the cold plastic chair.

I lifted up my costume up above my waist, revealing a pair of safety shorts, worn by all of us to protect whatever that was underneath from the sight of the audience. Tonight, these shorts will serve me another purpose as well. I tucked my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and g-string, pulling them down to between my ankles. I felt my pussy touch against the cold plastic cover of the toilet seat, sticky against my skin.

I placed my left hand unto my slit, as I have done so many times before that it’s only intuitive. I felt down the length of my slit, feeling the slight tingle of pleasure as my hand traced my privates. I started to stroke my pussy, trying my best not to sigh too loudly, since there were still girls outside the cubicle. I could still hear their idle chatter. Yet here I was, stroking my pussy lips.

I spread apart my lips with my left hand, and I started to stroke along my inner labia with my right. Inside, I was sure that I was more sensitive. The pleasant little tingles of arousal was now causing my pussy to become wet in anticipation. I wanted my fingers within me that moment, but I knew I had to wait. I stroked myself a few more times, making sure that I was thoroughly wet enough. The thought of what was to come got me wet enough already though.

I unzipped the small little bag beside me, reaching in to pull out the first toy I laid my hand upon. I felt my fingers fall upon a cold metal toy of mine. I closed my eyes and smiled. I knew what that was. I pulled my butt plug out of my toy bag, carefully licking it with my lips to moisten the metal surface of my butt plug.

I lowered the toy to my anal opening, feeling the cold, wet tip against my ass hole. I started to slip it into me. With my experience in anal play, I relaxed by ass muscles a little, allowing the small metal toy to slide smoothly into me. I felt my anal muscles expand a little, the toy filling me up in my backdoor. I accidentally let out a loud sigh of pleasure, but the girls outside paid no heed. I felt my ass hole closing around the metal handle of my butt plug, the anal toy settled in for the night.

I reached into my bag again, this time being choosier. I found my wireless bullet vibrator, looking like a polished pebble. I slipped that between my legs immediately, this time not needing any lubrication. I felt the tip of my bullet vibe enter me with ease, settling into my wet vagina. I could feel my holes being filled up by both the vibrator and the anal plug, filling me up with pleasure. I moaned a little as I finally felt the entire vibe enter my pussy, leaving only a small loop of string for me to pull it out later on.

Feeling both the butt plug and vibe settled in me, I stood up from the toilet seat and leaned against the cubicle door. The pleasure was almost too much to take. I broke out in sweat, feeling my ass clenching, afraid that the butt plug would fall out of my ass, or the vibrator slip out from my pussy. With shaking hands, I pulled my g-string back to its original position, this time holding in the vibrator over my pussy and securing the butt plug where it was. My safety shorts followed, the tight material reassuring me that neither toy would fall out.

Straightening my costume out, I unlocked the toilet door and walked out. The two girls were still there talking, touching up on their makeup. I tried to act as normal as possible, walking past them with a slight stumble in my steps. The butt plug swished around in my ass, while I could also feel that something was in my pussy, where I really wanted to be filled. The girls did not suspect a thing, and I walked back to my dance team again without any problems.

My dance captain acknowledged my return, and told me that our team was almost up soon. The team outside was doing a spectacular performance, as we heard the cheers from stage left, where I was supposed to enter.

I slipped my hands under my costume, feeling for the small device that I have clipped onto my safety shorts beneath it. I felt the small, black device, and I found the one button that was on the device. Pressing it, I felt the vibrator in my pussy start to vibrate, my arousal increasing almost instantaneously. There were dancers all about me, friends from my dance team, all nervous for the performance to come. I was also breaking out in sweat, though not from nervousness, but rather the excitement of masturbating with so many people around.

Cheers broke out as the earlier group finished their performance. Stage lights dimmed and the earlier group exited the stage, their sweaty bodies pressing past us on exit. I staggered forward to where my position was, feeling the butt plug and my vibrator move in me, unseen by everyone else, felt only by me. The butt plug pushed against my g-string and safety shorts, but they held their place.

Lights came on, and I knew I had to move. I stretched forth my body and legs, moving in the position practiced so often before, yet never with a vibrator going crazy within me. I swayed left and right in unison with the dancers in front of me, following their actions with my mind almost going blank from the pleasure. The crowd was watching, and I was sure that the bottoms of my safety shorts were wet from arousal.

As we got into positions where we stretched our legs, I felt the vibrator press against my g-spot within me, my butt plug filling me up really well. Yet I held my position, knowing that a mistake would be fatal.

In moments of lull, where we held our positions, I truly enjoyed as the vibrator vibrated within me, tingling my pussy all around it. I stood there with my hands raised and body upright, breasts thrown out, and the little toy within me did its thing.

Very soon, I knew that we have reached half of our performance, with the other half more to go. Huddled with my fellow dancers, we continued to move in our practiced formations, moving across the stage with light jumps and steps. I felt myself almost stumble, my orgasm on the edge of my senses. I could almost feel it coming unto me, yet I had to hold on.

I continued to dance, clenching my pussy as tightly as I could, holding my orgasm at bay. However, with my tightened pussy, I could clearly feel the vibrator within me, my butt plug pressing against my pussy from behind. Every time I stretched forth my legs for a split, my butt landed on the floor, pushing the butt plus ever so slightly deeper into me. I tried to grind my hips on the floor, as discretely as possible. When I stood up to dance once more, I noted the wet puddle on the floor, where I was laying on a moment before.

I could feel my pussy vibrating, my engorged clit within my g-string begging for release. I felt really filled up from behind and in front, my mind oblivious to the crowd before me, caught up in the pleasure of my own.

Ah. The drumbeats, the starting of the end. I wished for time to hurry on, the last 10 seconds of our performance coming to an end, yet it felt like an eternity. The crowd continued to watch on, as female bodies came together in a tight circle, trying to come into a formation to end off our dance.

I could not falter not, not having come so close, not only to the end of the dance, but also close to my orgasm. I felt myself truly tight and drawn like a bow, my body ready for the orgasm that was to come.

As the final few drum beats are heard, I was already in position with the rest of my friends. I knew I no longer needed to move any more from my current position, my hands in the air, surrounded by sweaty bodies of my friends. I stared straight into the crowd, feeling the vibrations of the vibrator within me.

My body let go, and I felt the wave of pleasure wash over me, my moan sounding like a cheer from the crowd, blending in with it. My body continued to cum, the second wave of my pleasure riding across my body like a rushing wave of water. I felt my pussy become wet a lot more, a gush of liquid came out from my pussy. I must have squirted into my g-string.

Even as the crowd continued to clap and cheer, we began to exit the stage. I reached into my costume just as the lights dimmed, my hands searching for the small device, turning the vibration of my vibrator off.

In the dark, I lifted up the front of my costume, feeling my safety shorts underneath. My safety shorts were drenched. Even though the vibrator was already off, I could still feel the aftermath of the vibration in my pussy, tingling me from within.