ArtRoomsAndPianos, Author at NSFW story

Getting Dressed (F/M)

*Which snap to use?* The metal rivets are cold on my neck.

*The farthest feels too tight. Isn’t it supposed to be tight?* The leather band cuts into my skin ever so slightly.

*The middle is too loose. Farthest it is, I suppose.* I try to take a deep breath in and can feel the collar restricting me.

*Fuck, that looks ridiculous.* The mirror in front of me reflects all my favourite insecurities.

*Ok hair, work with me here. What are you doing?* I run my hand along the back of my neck and pull strands of dark pink and boring brown hair out from under the choker and gather it to one side.

*The shape is cute. He’ll like it, I hope. Matches the nose ring.* The first thought I am confident in and a smile shows up in the mirror.

*The ears are kinda pointy.* My fingers trace the metal outline of a cat and I feel my thighs get warm.

*Ok so what else are we doing here?* I unwrap and rewrap the towel around my body, slightly tighter, while walking to the bed. Read more »

Kept Waiting (M/F, Not Spicy)

“Amaretto sour.” *Why am I even ordering a drink? Just to have something to hold, seem like I belong here.*

“Can I have one of those tiny straws, too, please?” *Another thing to hold. Silly putty.*

“You got it. Waiting for someone?”

“Sorry, what?” *Shit, something about waiting? Ugh, I get that you’re being nice dude, but if you can’t see my nervous, shaking hands or if you haven’t noticed me constantly looking towards the lobby…*

“Are you waiting for someone? You’re too dressed up to be here alone.”

*Be nice, Mads, be nice.*

“Yes. Waiting for someone.” *Thank you for this extremely simple, yet somehow still botched drink Mr. Barkeep, now let me panic in peace while some of this ice melts.*

“Tell me about him.”

“Um.” *Well now I am conflicted. I could talk about him all day…and I’ve never been able to.*

“He’s…” *How do I condense this? Why am I overthinking it? Just say a generic sentence, he is just being polite, he isn’t asking for a dissertation.*

“Really nice.” *That’s…too generic. That is Wal*Mart brand generic. That is poorly designed packaging, bottom shelf generic. What is wrong with you?* Read more »

The Remote Control, Part 1 (M/F, Fluff, Masturbation)

This story is told with narration, but I am not sure how much of it is needed. Would love any CC. Thanks.

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Kathrine kissed down Jeremy’s neck as she straddled him at the waist, her knees steadying herself on the bed. He was still staring at his phone but she hoped her hands wondering down his sides and to the front of his boxers would encourage him to pay attention to anything else.

“What if they have fleas?”

“What?” Sandra said, pulling her lips away from his face and sitting upright.

“The dogs. What if they have fleas?” Jeremy was still looking at his phone, occasionally holding it with one hand while the other scratching a his arm with the other. “I just feel itchy. What do you think it could be?”

“Uhhh.” Kathrine hesitated. *Do I act like I care in hopes that he’ll get over it, or do I accept defeat and argue about the dogs? Decisions, decisions…*

“Want me to kick the dogs out?” *That’s a healthy compromise, right?*

“Well, do you think they have fleas?” Jeremy reached down and scratched a spot on his leg, slightly knocking Kathrine off balance as he did. Read more »

Early Morning (poem, F/M)

Unironed sheets and hands on wrists

Deeper inhale than the let go

Morning caught by loose curtains

Soft shadows from sunlit glow

Quiet breaths with voices hushed

Toes filled with tension and cheeks flushed

Silk tongues anxious behind gently placed lips

Wondering hands with pressed finger tips

Mind racing, all thoughts start to blur

“Let go” you coax, through amorous whisper

Your voice, a comfort, a fortified hiding place

A remedy for a live lived in an ill-fitting space

To let go, to give in, to leave the armor at the door

To offer everything, without fearing wanting more

To feel you slide eager fingers inside

Every part of you anticipating things I’d beg for

Soft kisses turn demanding

Gentle words to greedy thoughts

Fingers replaced by more of you

Body unready, mind seeing spots

Answering thoughts before they’re spoken

This hidden fantasy finally awoken

Matching rhythms with wild impulse

The culmination of desire, and bodies convulse Read more »

Control (M/F)

I yelled at you in my head, screamed even. But my lips stayed closed and you never heard. I was staring at you so obviously it made my knees weak. When you finally stopped pretending to have not noticed me, finally closing conversation with whoever had more of your attention than me, and your eyes met mine, I couldn’t help but tell you. I felt I could tell you everything within that one glance. Tell you how much I needed to feel you next to me, to feel your hand on my wrist again, hear you inhale the tension soaked air around me. I clenched my jaw to keep from smiling so wide it would hurt.

Your slight head tilt towards the door, the highlights in your eyes, and your subtle upturned lip spoke volumes. I walked in your suggested direction, nodding to all the insignificant others in the room as I passed. They were practically see-though and you, perfectly present. The door led out of the auditorium and into a wide hallway, glass windows looking out into the gardens on one side, the courtyard on the other.

The Professor and his Obsessor Ch. 1. (M/F, fluff)

This is a fluff chapter where nothing much happens, if anyone is interested, I’ll post the rest. I would love if someone wants to write things from the professors POV.

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I have never even cared about clouds till now. I always sit in the back of the class, but it wasnt to be farther away from him. It was mainly because I wanted to be the last one to leave. I wanted to pretend that it took me a few minutes to tidy up the desk and pack my notebook away. Even though I wasn’t actually taking notes and never bring a backpack to any of my other classes. It was just this one professor, really. Everything about him did stuff to me. Read more »