You learn to stand alone at last
So brave, and bold, and strong, and stout
"Oh, no - it's like...a padded platform...bed thing? It's hard to explain and I've only seen it briefly...I've never actually been in there." Just dared to peek through the door as he saw someone else enter. As far as comfortable places to get laid went it had looked pretty nice, though considering Sam had been fucked on his shop counter by a stranger, he probably didn't have the highest of standards. "It's quite well outfitted. The man that maintains it, Bastien...he's um, very well versed in sex things."
Most conversations Sam had with the artist ended with him leaving in an embarrassed huff, but he had to admit that Bastien could put together a nice atmosphere.
The stroke of her hand in conjunction with her offer had Sam swallowing nervously, a giggle leaving him under his breath. "That's probably true...um, well, if that is something I decide I want, I suppose I might ask. Though, um..." Suddenly conscious of himself and his body, he put a hand to his chest, where beneath his slightly too large shirt, his slight breasts could be felt once more. "I'm not...that is, I don't...have the same body as you might...expect, from an average man. The Voice helps me look like I do...but I wasn't born this way. I mean, um, I have, well-"
This was going poorly. "...I suppose that doesn't matter unless I actually go ahead. Sorry. This kind of thing...it's all very hard for me to talk about." He moved his spare hand to his forehead and rubbed down his face, letting out a heavy sigh. "I struggle with my words anyway, but with this? It's nearly impossible."
Most conversations Sam had with the artist ended with him leaving in an embarrassed huff, but he had to admit that Bastien could put together a nice atmosphere.
The stroke of her hand in conjunction with her offer had Sam swallowing nervously, a giggle leaving him under his breath. "That's probably true...um, well, if that is something I decide I want, I suppose I might ask. Though, um..." Suddenly conscious of himself and his body, he put a hand to his chest, where beneath his slightly too large shirt, his slight breasts could be felt once more. "I'm not...that is, I don't...have the same body as you might...expect, from an average man. The Voice helps me look like I do...but I wasn't born this way. I mean, um, I have, well-"
This was going poorly. "...I suppose that doesn't matter unless I actually go ahead. Sorry. This kind of thing...it's all very hard for me to talk about." He moved his spare hand to his forehead and rubbed down his face, letting out a heavy sigh. "I struggle with my words anyway, but with this? It's nearly impossible."
You learn somehow to like the dark, even love the doubt
SAMUEL
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