BardIvyKnox, Author at NSFW story

Poetic Porn for Poltergeists [MF, Ghost, Con, D/s, Rhyming, 18+]

Our tale begins one dark and stormy night.

Cliché? Perhaps, but bear with me, alright?

Atop a hill, a manor braves the storm.

Inside, it hides a single female form.

On silent feet, she pads through dusty halls,

Watched by ancestors upon the walls.

Scant’ly clad in nighty, bra and thong

What lies beneath? We’ll get to that anon.

Her curiosity leads to a room,

A parlor, dark, lit only by the moon.

This secret place, she’s never been allowed,

Contains a massive shape beneath a shroud.

Stored away in haste, a mirror, cursed,

Lost to many who have dared to search.

With a flourish, she reveals the glass,

And prays her actions haven’t been too rash.

Tonight, it’s possible she’ll met her doom,

Then right on queue, we hear the thunder boom!

With fear, she dares to glance at her own face,

But quickly finds there’s nothing out of place.

For all those haunted tales in family lore,

Perhaps this ancient thing is just a bore.

She strikes a pose, then primps, and checks her ass. Read more »

An Arousing Anomaly [sci-fi, M/F, freeuse android]

“Lieutenant Anderson, good morning.”

A gentle female voice drifts to my ears, pulling me from the last dregs of sleep. My eyelids feel heavy, but a bright light permeates the thin skin, willing me to open them.

I am aware of a firm mattress supporting my body, and soft, cool sheets draped overtop. I am naked, save for a pair of rather silky boxer briefs. I carefully crack my eyes open to find an attractive woman perching on the bed beside me.

My muscles feel stiff and my thoughts are coming slowly. It’s as if they are swimming through a thick sludge, struggling to surface. I can’t seem to remember how I got here. I clear my throat and move to sit up.

“The disorientation you are experiencing is to be expected. It will fade over the next forty-eight hours. Please communicate any areas of pain or pressure, especially encompassing the cranial region.”

I gaze at the owner of the voice blearily, taking in her appearance. She is smiling warmly, but something seems a bit…off about her expression. She is wearing a white, form-fitted dress with a high collar. A centre zipper runs down the length of it, and a blue insignia is visible on the short capped sleeves. Her chestnut brown hair is shiny, unnaturally so, and is cut into a perfect bob. Read more »

Naughty Night School: Part 4 – Use Your Words [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

How can anyone answer such a question? Yes. *Obviously*, yes. Of course you are making me nervous, Val, and you’re eating it up.

“Gwen? Are you here?”

A tentative voice calls from the classroom, it’s Chloe. Thank the stars for keen students, I’ll be marking her next assignment with especially kind eyes after this well-timed interruption.

“Y-yes!” I call back, straining to be breezy.

Val is staring down at me, an amused smile on his face. I start to place my hands on his chest, meaning to push past him, but if I *touch* him I think my knees might buckle. Instead, I float my palms in front of me, unsure exactly what to do with them, stupidly looking like I’m trying to signal my surrender. I clear my throat and I step to one side awkwardly, hurrying out the supply room, and closing the door behind me.

“I was just—We have a new model this evening,” I gesture behind me as I cross the room, “Tyler had to cancel.”

Chloe looks visibly disappointed at the news and I watch her expression drop. She is a sweet, delicate thing, and definitely one of Tyler’s biggest admirers. I’ve caught a blush blooming on her face more than once this semester. Read more »

Naughty Night School: Part 3 – Alone at last [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

After gathering my things from a bewildered Jules, I lead Val down the hall to the art room.

Irritatingly casual, he walked with me silently down the hall, hands in pockets, his messenger bag slung comfortably across his body.

“Thanks again for filling in.” I say, breaking the silence. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

I unlock the classroom door and usher him in, flipping on the overhead lights and dropping my things on the desk just inside the room.

“What? Take off all my clothes mere moments after meeting a woman? Well, I’m not one to kiss and tell.” He crosses the room, inspecting the space.

It’s a large classroom, a little tired, and located in one of the older buildings on campus. Art rooms require little in the ways of current tech, so we have been banished to a repurposed science lab. Twenty easels are positioned in a large circle around a wide platform assembled from wooden risers. I have some studio lights for the scene, and furniture I picked up from a thrift store; a low padded bench, sturdy side table, and a bar stool. I struggled to create an intimate space from such a cold starting point, but a few lamps and a speaker for music went a long way. Read more »

Naughty Night School: Art Lover – Part 2 [College] [Teacher/Student] [MF]

I made small talk with a few clusters of students before working up the nerve to stop at Dish’s table. Though my plan was to stall, I did actually float the model proposition to a few characters at the back of the room. One girl was quite tempted, but in the end decided tonight would be too short notice. It was encouraging, at least, that I didn’t come across as a *complete* creep while asking for a nude volunteer.

His back was to me as I approached him. He’d taken his jacket off and thrown it across the bench. A soft, heather grey t-shirt stretched out across his shoulders as he leaned forward on the table. His forearms were crossed in front of him as he scrolled through something on his laptop, lightly skimming the touchpad with one finger. His feet were tucked under the bench so that he pressed up on his toes. He shifted, bouncing one leg subtly to whatever music was pumping through his headphones. Read more »