Channelling My Inner Bridget Jones

I love Bridget Jones, the books and the films

As a slightly clumsy, unlucky in love posh girl (until I met my Darcy in Mr Churchgate) I can totally relate to the haphazard life she lives.

To flex my writing skills, I had a stab at writing an eroticised homage to the portion of the first book where Bridget falls under Daniel Cleaver’s spell.

(names have obvs. been changed to protect me from a lawsuit!)

I’m sharing a snippet of Joni Bridges Diary Part 1 & Part 2 – I hope you’ll follow the links to read the story I created in full.

If my version became a book, I thought this image would make  a great cover!

4-1-17  a m : at work

OMG – just received an email from Dan Clover!  Was trying to sneakily up-date my CV without my bossPerdita noticing.  My first guilty thoughts were that he’d somehow spotted that I wasn’t up-dating spreadsheets, but on opening it – seems he’s not thinking about work either!

To: J Bridges             From:  D Clover

You appear to have forgotten your skirt.  Contract of employment clearly states that: staff are expected to be fully clothed during working hours.

DC

Lol – no mistaking the flirty banter, I felt a twinge in the knicker region.  Peeked over my monitor, Perdita was still on phone and Dan in his office on a conference call, in fact he seemed so absorbed I wondered could anyone have prank-sent the e-mail? but there was no mistake, he was logged onto his computer.

With a thumping heart I typed a reply, lighting the touchpaper.

To: D Clover            From:  J Bridges

Am appalled by your message.  Whilst I don’t dispute my skirt being on the skimpy side, it is undeniably present and will remain so until close of business today.

JB

Waiting with baited breath for his reply, I watch through the glass wall of his office for reaction, thrilled with my audacity.  I squeeze my legs tightly together, feeling a tickle of excitement in my pussy. Dan is so hot and looks particularly tasty today, his sky blue shirt accentuating his penetrating eyes.  My mind wanders to imagining what his pecs and abs look like under that shirt, does he go to the gym to keep in shape, or just a lucky bastard? I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s noticed how firm and sculpted his bum looks in his …

“Joni, are you listening to me?”  Perdita’s posh, nasal, voice breaks into my reverie, snapping me back into the present. 

“Sorry, what?”

“I’ve just had an email from Dan about you.”  

Whaaaat?  Fuck, Fuck and fuckity fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have flirted back.  Try to rein in panic, keep face blank.

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6-1-17  a m : at home

at work

This image is submitted for  #MasturbationMonday because getting off is fun and good for you!

If you liked my story and want to read it full, the links are above.