On The Desk: An Erotic Short Story Collection

By D. W. Adler

Forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, whether it is a forbidden place, fantasy, or person.
Presented within are four delicious examples of what happens when we embrace our hidden, and sometimes perverse, desires and force them to become reality.

These are the collected short stories of erotica author DW Adler.
Explore the hidden world of office trysts in Under the Desk: Erotic Tales from IT, the bedroom fun of a married couple in Kendra’s Men, the vengeful acts of Danse Macabre, and My Sexy Raven, a computer geek’s dream come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D. W. Adler
• Release date: Jul 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370822614

D. W. Adler

DW Adler was born and raised in beautiful Nova Scotia, Canada. After receiving a degree in psychology and an almost-minor in Irish Studies, he learned how to fix computers. He now sweats profusely in Florida where he does IT support for a living when he's not writing. Don counts such authors as Anne Rice, JRR Tolkien, and Edgar Allan Poe, as well as a love for Irish/Celtic myth and folklore as his influences. He loves to read sci-fi, fantasy, post-apocalyptic, and anything having to do with vampires. Other than sipping tea and writing, Don dabbles in computer animation and graphic design, and is a doting father to his little girl. He is constantly plotting how to get back home to Nova Scotia and flees there whenever the sight of snow becomes a necessity. No, he will not fix your computer.

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On the Desk:

An Erotic Short Story Collection

Copyright 2017 By DW Adler

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To my beautiful wife, for her love and unconditional support

Under the Desk:

Erotic Tales from IT

Chapter 1

Deep, Deep Trouble

Please come in and sit down, Mr. Atkinson. Close the door behind you, please, came the frosty invitation.

I nervously stepped into Ms. Young's office, closing the door gently. She's the head of HR for our company and her sizable office commands a beautiful view of Halifax Harbour. I sat in one of the chairs facing her desk, my palms starting to sweat. Visions of being escorted out of the building with my personal effects stuffed into a box filled my mind.

I folded my hands in my lap and sat straight as a rod. Ms. Young sat behind her large desk without looking at me, leafing through a notepad that sat in front of her while she spoke.

Mr. Atkinson, it has come to my attention that there have been certain things going on in this office. She looked up at me and fixed me with her stony gaze, her half-moon glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

I squirmed a little in my seat. My sweaty palms seemed to ratchet up the wetness. Really? W—What kind of things? I managed to stammer out.

Do the names Ren Maita, Jessica McDonald, and Ranjana Nalluri mean anything to you? As she said each name, her finger traced down the lines of her notepad as if checking them off one by one.

Oh shit.

I fidgeted some more, trying to adopt a casual sitting pose but failed miserably as I replied, They might... I trailed off, trying to sound pensive while I feigned ignorance. Have they...um...mentioned something about...me?

Ms. Young stared at me in absolute silence. Even though I was scared stiff, my mind wandered to lascivious thoughts as it always did when I came face to face with her. She had a beautiful face that made her appear far younger for a woman in her mid-fifties, topped by long, sandy-blonde hair which was tied back in an elaborate braid that trailed down her back. All this sat atop a voluptuous body, with full breasts creating the top of an hourglass figure that flowed down in an ample set of well-toned thighs and rounded buttocks that made a pleasing wiggle when she walked. I know she’s caught me more than a few times sneaking a glance at her, which I think explains the cold demeanour she holds toward me. Today was no different—her office was always several degrees below the temperature of the general office space, but there was a special frostiness about it today. I shivered involuntarily as she stared at me with her grey eyes.

They have done a little more than mention you. This, she said as she pointed to a stack of papers on her desk that had to be at least twenty centimetres tall, is the written record of their complaints against you. Apparently, you didn’t think they’d talk to each other.

"Hoped, actually." I shifted nervously and felt my face reddening. I imagined what tales were written in that mass of papers.

Ms. Young sat back in her chair, openly glaring at me while she fidgeted with a pen in her hand. Where in your job description, as an IT support specialist, does it say that you are to take sexual advantage of your coworkers?

My anxiety turned slightly to annoyance at the accusation. Now hold on a second, I said, allowing irritation to creep into my voice. They were all willing participants. I took advantage of no one.

Myself and your co-workers agree. Ms. Young leaned forward, her face hard with a scowl. However, you spread yourself around a little too much and these ladies don’t appreciate feeling like conquests.

Touché. I sighed a little, knowing she had me. I returned her gaze but softened my expression, trying not to be antagonistic. I slumped in the chair and resigned myself to the fact that I’d be packing up my desk.

I’m sorry, I managed to mumble out. I’ll go clean out my things. I started to rise from the chair but Ms. Young shook her head.

Not so fast, she said, signaling with a hand for me to remain seated. I lowered myself back into the chair as she explained. Normally yes, I would send you packing at this point. You opened up this company, and yourself, to a lot of liability. However, your service up until this point has been exemplary. I will give you a chance to tell your side of things. This may not go as bad for you as you are thinking.

I breathed a little easier. She left her last few words hang in the air while she looked back down at her notepad.

Let’s start with Ren, our visiting consultant from Japan. She looked at me expectantly as her pen hovered over the paper.

Ah, yes, I said, my voice cracking slightly and I shifted in my seat. I took a deep breath and ordered my thoughts, staring out the window while I brought Ren to mind. Well, we met up in the break room one day. I smiled at her, she smiled at me. I’ve always been curious about Japanese culture, her about Canadians, so we got to talking and things went from there.

There was a moment of silence as I finished. Ms. Young looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. And? she asked finally, waving her pen in the air to urge me onward.

I’m sorry ma’ma, I said, shifting uncomfortably in my chair, but how much detail do you want?

I want to hear all of it. I need to be able to make a determination if there was any foul play, if you know what I mean, before I pass judgment.

I cleared my throat nervously. It gets a little graphic…

Humour me, she said, her eyes narrowing.

This was getting weird.

I blew out my breath in one long sigh and sat back in my chair, ordering my thoughts in my head. Okay, here’s what happened with Ren…

Chapter 2

Ren

I met Ren on her first day in the office. I had, of course, supplied her with her computer equipment, but we didn’t meet face-to-face until lunch time. I was finishing my lunch in the break room while I went over my emails on my tablet. I heard her voice as she greeted one of her coworkers and looked up to see her toting her lunch bag. She smiled, bowing her head to everyone. She looked gorgeous, with long black hair and neatly trimmed bangs that framed a petite, angular face with bright eyes and small mouth. She was the epitome of petite, with small curves along her barely five foot frame that made her look like what every North American man expects in a Japanese woman.

When I brought my eyes back to her face, I saw her looking at me—she caught me scoping her out. I ducked my head with an embarrassed cough, rising from my seat as I gathered the remains of my lunch and my tablet to make a quick exit.

Excuse me, are you Paul?

Oh crap, she knows who I am. I looked up at her, giving my most charming smile. I am, I said, hoping that the red flush in my face wasn’t evident. You’re Ren?

"Hai, she said with a little bow of her head. She put her lunch bag down on the table and extended her hand. I wanted to thank you for my laptop, she continued in her adorable Japanese accent. It works perfectly."

I took her hand and shook it gently, afraid if I put too much pressure on her, she’d break. No problem, I’m always happy to help. I quickly released her hand to resume gathering my belongings from the table. Sorry, I said, still ducking my head a little. I tend to make a mess. I’ll clear this out of your way.

No, no, it’s okay, she said, her face bright with a smile. Would you stay? I don’t like to eat alone.

I looked at the now-empty room, then briefly at my watch. I was already a few minutes late returning to my desk but I took another look at the beauty in front of me. I decided she was worth staying after work to make up the time. I nodded and smiled back at her, waving a hand to the chair opposite mine. Absolutely, how could I refuse?

The smile never left Ren’s face as she ignored the chair I motioned toward. She instead pulled out the one beside me, sitting herself down. She opened her bag and started pulling out her lunch, that enchanting smile never leaving her face.