Jezebel's Diary 9: The Interview

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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

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.

Short Story: A Late Night

*Beep beep* Shirley jumped a little at the sound, stunned by how loud her watch was with the silence around her. Her watch read 3am. It was the middle of the night, and it was no surprise that Shirley was one of the few souls awake in school, walking around the large compound. Certain lights in some of the common studying areas in school were on, and there were also a few pockets of people sitting around the common studying benches, having late night – early morning meetings in view of the upcoming project submission datelines and approaching final examinations.

This type of situation was what Shirley hoped for, what she planned for. As Shirley continued to walk to her destination, her footsteps echoed around the empty corridors, her sandals loud upon the cold concrete. With it being in the middle of the night, and given her short skirt and loose crop top blouse, Shirley felt cold whenever the wind came. She shivered a little from the cold, but also from excitement, anticipating of what was to come. The wind embraced her presence, exploring her bare skin under her clothes. Her heart beat loudly in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Climbing up the long flight of stairs that led from the South to North spine, Shirley came to Coffee Bean. She was very near her destination now. She walked down the steps that led down to Nanyang Auditorium, coming to the front of the School of Biological Sciences, where the Quad was darkly lit, the entire open area blurry due to the haze as well. Here, the wind was a little stronger, a light draft nevertheless. The quad was an open area, situated right in the middle of the school. In the distance, she could still see dimly lit lights of the study rooms and of the common areas. Yet no one was in sight, and she was the only soul standing in the middle of the open area so late at night.

Shirley placed her clutch at one side in the Quad, against a tree that was in front of the Auditorium. She walked about aimlessly, making sure that there was indeed no one in sight. She checked her watch once again. It was 3.15am. There was bound to be no one around so late at night in school anyway. Yet, since it was better to be safe than sorry, she wanted to ensure that the coast was clear and the stage was safe for what she was about to do.

After walking about aimlessly for about 5 minutes, Shirley could not wait any longer. She came to a rest at the centre of the star that marked the floor at the Quad, right smack in the middle of the open area. Well, she thought to herself, I have done this before in public, just never… In such an open area? Well… Nothing new I guess, it’s relatively safe too huh.

Standing in the middle of the Quad, Shirley started to do what she was relatively familiar with. With one hand, she started to stroke her lips softly, feeling her own soft lips upon her fingertips, a little bit of her lipstick coming off with the touch. She felt her body start to loosen up, yet her heart continued to beat fiercely within her, fuelling the rushing of blood throughout her body. Shirley felt herself slightly turned on by the touch, her body starting to warm up a little, the feeling of something over her mouth. Shirley parted her lips gently, feeling the touch of her finger on both her upper and lower lip. She sighed a breath of pleasure, the warm breath exhaling from her mouth, warming her cold hands.

With her other hand, Shirley reached below her crop tee to feel her bare stomach, her hands cold against her warm body. Her skin was smooth under her crop tee, flawless and tight over her well exercised body. Well, she wasn’t a sporty girl, but Shirley did enough running to ensure that she wasn’t too fat either. Shirley started to reach a little higher, touching the areas that she knew was unseen by others even though she wore a crop tee. She felt the bottom of her ribs, and at the same time, she felt more of her stomach being exposed to the cold. Placing her palm fully against her body, she imagined herself being touched by someone else, her body being molested by someone else.

Shirley closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild, her lips being parted by a tongue instead of her finger. She licked her fingertip hesitantly, feeling the soft touch of her fingers within her mouth. At the same time, her other hand was exploring her torso, her bare palm running across her body. As she continued to explore, she felt with her thumb the soft lace of her bra under her crop tee. Shirley felt a little tingle, her body responding to being touched at intimate areas. Why is it that so many girls would want to wear crop tees, if exposing themselves so would turn one on so much?

She reached a little further, her hand this time moving across her breast, cupping one of them within her hands. She felt the soft mound, her breast filled up within her intricately designed lace bra. She was sure that her torso was almost fully exposed now, yet she did not feel cold despite having so much of her skin being exposed to the cold. In fact, as she exposed herself more, Shirley felt her body warming up with her arousal. With her other hand, Shirley reached under her crop tee for her other breast, feeling both of her breasts through her bra with her hands. She moulded them, feeling the fullness of her breasts in her hands.

Opening her eyes a little, Shirley wanted to make sure that no one was around to watch her. Despite her act of caution, she didn’t really pay much attention to her surroundings, but she merely checked for the sake of checking, caught up in the state of her arousal. With one hand kneading her breast through her lace bra, she removed the other hand to explore the other areas of her body. Shirley lowered her other hand to the hem of her skirt, feeling the thick material between her forefingers. She felt the soft skin of her thighs, feeling her way up the side of her thighs, tracking a line upwards towards her hip. Shirley felt the hem of her short skirt lift up as she moved upwards, feeling more of her skin being exposed to the elements, her bare stomach, her right thigh.

She felt the matching lace material of her panties, her senses tingling for what she was about to do. Shirley ran her thumb over the waistband of her panties, and she slipped her thumb underneath, slowly tugging at the coarse material keeping her privates hidden away from eyes that so often looked up her skirt. Yet as she slowly tugged her panties down, Shirley felt the cotton material of her crotch stick to her vagina a little, the sticky moisture of her pussy causing the material to stick a little to her crotch before coming off. There was a sigh of relief and arousal, one which came with a drool of liquid linking her pussy to the cotton crotch area, as well as a feeling of cold air upon her shaven mound.

Shirley stepped out slowly of her lace material, at the same time checking her surroundings to make sure no one was really there. The school remained a dead quiet, nothing stirred save for her heavy breathing in the dark. Walking towards her bag, Shirley placed her wet lace panties upon the top of her bag. Reaching backwards, she unclasped the hooks of her bra, placing them neatly on top of her bag. Her breasts fell free of their constraints, and Shirley felt that sense of relief, having her bra removed from her, letting her breasts breathe freely in the cold night air. She could feel her nipples sore and hard against the cold night, and she was definitely sure that her nipples were sticking out, prominent against her soft cotton crop tee. Once more making sure that no one was around, Shirley once more walked out into the open, feeling her breasts bounce freely with each step, the air between her legs, a wet moister between her vagina lips.

Once more, Shirley immersed herself into her fantasy once more, reaching automatically for her breasts and for her pussy underneath her skirt. She continued where she left off, groping her breasts over her crop tee, feeling her other hand inching closer to her pussy once more. She kneaded her breasts playfully with her hands, drawing circles around her sensitive nipples. From time to time, Shirley gave her nipples a playful and slightly forceful pinch, feeling the twinge of lust and a short spark of ecstasy flowing through her body, releasing a soft moan into the night. Here she was, fondling with her breasts and getting off in the middle of the school compound. Well, public acts of masturbation turned her on and relieved her more than anything else. She could imagine the hidden eyes in the dark upon her body of lust, the hot body that many guys lusted after and some girls envied.

Her other hand started to approach her pussy, feeling her soft mound, freshly shaven just barely a few hours before, as she prepared for this evening, masturbating in public. Shirley always enjoyed her pussy shaven, the smooth feeling over her vagina, her finger gently sliding across her narrow slit between her legs. Between her slit, Shirley could feel the warm fluid slowly seeping out from within her pussy, moisturising her finger tips and warming them up. The quad was still empty save for the swaying of some leaves in the gentle breeze, and even in the dark, Shirley could see for herself that the floor between her feet caught a few drops of the liquid oozing out from her pussy, the warm fluid creating little droplets of wet dark grey patches on the stone floor.

Shirley continued to trace her slit and fondle with her breasts, letting her moan resound louder bit by bit in the dark, her breath getting faster with each up and down stroke, along the top of her pussy, along her clit, all the way to the entrance of her vagina, her hole warm and welcoming to her touch. She could feel the urge to stick her finger right in there and then, to feel her own pussy being invaded by her fingers. She wanted to feel her insides squirm up as she pleasured herself publicly, to feel the insides of her vaginal walls, the most private of her areas, being touched in the middle of the open-air Quad. Yet Shirley resisted, knowing that the urge could be fulfilled later, that delaying her desires would enhance the experience of her own orgasm.

Instead, Shirley raised her wet fingertips to her lips, tasting her sweet nectar being produced. She tasted the warm fluid, the sweet taste that she was so accustomed to, the smell of her own arousal strong on her fingertips. At the same time, Shirley wanted to be more daring, and she raised her crop tee to expose her breasts a little, fondling them directly with her bare hands. The warmth of her breasts against her cold hands felt good, and her cold hands also turned her own further, the cold causing her nipples to stand out strongly outwards. Using her index fingers, Shirley flicked her nipples to and fro, causing her to moan into her fingertips with each twitch. She felt her pussy really craving for her attention, craving for satisfaction.

Reaching downwards, Shirley found her clit slightly engorged and poking outwards from her hood, evidently aroused by the situation. As she gave her clit a tentative flick, her body shivered with the intense pleasure that she felt upon contact. Her body squirmed and she hunched over, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her pussy lips were slightly parted now, inviting her hand into the fold. Shirley continued to massage her breasts as she stroked her fingers slowly downwards, parting her lips, wetting her fingers once more with her fingertips.

She traced her slit downwards, slowly and surely, and finally came to a rest before her vagina opening. She could feel the warm fluid start to soak up her hand, a drop of two slowly travelling down the length of her finger. Slowly, Shirley enjoyed the feeling of her finger sliding in. She felt her finger move into her open pussy, well-prepared by her arousal. She felt the warmth within her as she hunched over once more, reaching deeper within her pussy and the little waves of ecstasy overcoming her bit by bit.

Shirley started to move her finger slowly in and out of herself, feeling her index finger moving in and out of her, the feeling of it brushing past her pussy lips. As she pushed her finger into herself, Shirley would also wiggle her fingers a little, rubbing her palms over her clit. The sensation was quite a lot for her to bear. Shirley moaned louder into the dark now, her eyes closed, ignoring her surroundings, immune to the cold air around her.

She continued to knead her breasts, switching between one breast and the other. Both of her breasts were exposed now. Shirley didn’t care who saw her or whether there was even anyone there at all. Her legs were bent a little at her knees, her thighs kept closed together to better feel her fingers within her pussy. In that position, Shirley started to feel herself coming close to her orgasm, despite only a few thrusts of her fingers in and out of her.

As she peaked, Shirley felt her legs almost give way below her as the first wave of pleasure came over her. She felt her pussy clench upon her fingers within her, yet she continued to wiggle her fingers within, stimulating it further during her second and third waves of pleasure. Her body shuddered upon each wave of pleasure, her breath caught upon each wave, exhaling with a moan as each wave passed over her. The clenching of her pussy also squeezed out any excess fluid being produced by her arousal. Soon, as her breathing came to a rest, Shirley could feel her heart beating strongly within her chest, all while she breathed heavily.

Shirley unclenched her thighs and spread them apart, removing her fingers and her hands away from her privates. Her hand was entirely soaked in the fluid produced by her arousal. Even holding it at arm’s length away, Shirley was sure that she could smell the fragrant scent of her own arousal upon the cold night air.

As she walked with shivering steps back to her bag, Shirley picked up her lingerie, which happened to be in a different state as compared to earlier when she left it. Moreover, her bra happens to be nowhere in sight. She noted that her panties had a white pool of a certain liquid upon it which she did not note earlier. Touching it with her hands, Shirley felt the liquid still warm to her touch. Smelling it, she smelt the familiar smell of someone’s semen left upon her panties.

Oh well, it seems that she wasn’t the only person to go down in history who has experienced an orgasm in the Quad anymore. She looked around once more, trying to find the culprit in the dark. She didn’t see anything as far as she could see. Regardless, Shirley put on her panties, feeling the warm semen smudge against her mound and all over her pussy. She checked her watch once again. She could barely see the time, 4.30am, past the fluids that were all over her watch face. With a light bounce in her breasts, Shirley headed back to Hall for a good night’s rest before revision lessons the next day.