12-20-2023, 01:18 PM
Connie kept his thoughts to himself, even ashamed by feelings that naughtily roamed through his innocent as snow of a mind. As Professor Renzo spoke further the young Connie remained silent, eyes ever downward to his heeled feet, slightly squirming but back-straightened of posture as any proper-minded and bodied lad in training could be.
He was waiting ever so patiently docile to speak, and when such a chance was of opportunity was realized he replied, softly, feebly, whisper like that barely seemed like such no such words were carried upon his vocal cords nor tongue. "Y-Yes Profesor Renzo, i-it will not h-happen again, I apologize, and I shall refresh myself with the rules sent to me."
He did not know diddly-squat of sexual things as other young maturing boys did, nor did he even indulge in the form spoken in the halls with other pupuils, the topic was unsual, uneasy and a rather "touchy" subject to well .. take part of in. Even the sight of his own body was too much to bear in the mirror, too lewd to raise his head and direct his eyes at. He had severe body dysmorphia so yes, even any mention of nudity was out of the question, preferring to delve into a good book of fantasy between dragons, faeries and others of well .. imaginary themes.
Sex and masturbation. Two such terms were of which brung a heated surge of blush upon his high feminine appearing cheekbones, uneasily like to be honest. He hated anything of sexual nature, even a hug was inappropriate to him. He covered his torso, making Renzo think he was simply hoisting his books against it, his chest seemed slightly breast like, small but with mere raised peaks topped by rosy pink, bubblegum, tuggable nippled nubs. The same which were now pitifully hardened and stiff after the barrage of unfeeling yelling from his unearthly handsome Professor.
"S-See you t-tomorrow, and again .. I .. I a-a-apologize for my d-d-disobedience, Professor." He said softly, darting from the main room and into the bathroom after his teacher left, mentally shouting at his body to return to his sense of "normal" as he simply collapsed against the wall, feeling as if Renzo was a grizzly bear and he, a victim who somehow escaped his wrath.
He was waiting ever so patiently docile to speak, and when such a chance was of opportunity was realized he replied, softly, feebly, whisper like that barely seemed like such no such words were carried upon his vocal cords nor tongue. "Y-Yes Profesor Renzo, i-it will not h-happen again, I apologize, and I shall refresh myself with the rules sent to me."
He did not know diddly-squat of sexual things as other young maturing boys did, nor did he even indulge in the form spoken in the halls with other pupuils, the topic was unsual, uneasy and a rather "touchy" subject to well .. take part of in. Even the sight of his own body was too much to bear in the mirror, too lewd to raise his head and direct his eyes at. He had severe body dysmorphia so yes, even any mention of nudity was out of the question, preferring to delve into a good book of fantasy between dragons, faeries and others of well .. imaginary themes.
Sex and masturbation. Two such terms were of which brung a heated surge of blush upon his high feminine appearing cheekbones, uneasily like to be honest. He hated anything of sexual nature, even a hug was inappropriate to him. He covered his torso, making Renzo think he was simply hoisting his books against it, his chest seemed slightly breast like, small but with mere raised peaks topped by rosy pink, bubblegum, tuggable nippled nubs. The same which were now pitifully hardened and stiff after the barrage of unfeeling yelling from his unearthly handsome Professor.
"S-See you t-tomorrow, and again .. I .. I a-a-apologize for my d-d-disobedience, Professor." He said softly, darting from the main room and into the bathroom after his teacher left, mentally shouting at his body to return to his sense of "normal" as he simply collapsed against the wall, feeling as if Renzo was a grizzly bear and he, a victim who somehow escaped his wrath.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
Silent Feather
