'I've discovered a new section of the library today, one not open to me till my 18th year. The sort of narrative there is... lascivious. Stories of lovers, of lust and longing, and pictures. Oh the pictures! Lovingly crafted in ink and pigment; writhing forms embracing.
Or much lewder actions.
They fill me with desire, with curiosity. Today I tore open my own pants in a frenzy, inspired by a particularly lewd affair in the book I had been reading, encouraged my shadows to pin my legs and do to me what I read. Let them fill me, paw at my torn trousers, at my thighs. The thrill of it left me breathless.
I shall like to do this more, though I fear that the servants might question what is happening to my clothes... '
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Teenage Lazarus learns about his kinks. :3c
ObMeiste
2017-11-01 06:32:39 +0000 UTC