Shy Novels & Stories

She had been caught in an impossible situation and - not for the first time - she had called on her kid brother, Shane. Shane was always happy to help out, especially where Lucy was concerned, but he felt as though he had almost reached his limit here. The reason for this was his overwhelming shyness. He was a tall, handsome young man and people often took his quietness for brooding, but in truth, he just felt awkward trying to make conversation, especially with strangers. Some girls at school had tried talking to him and had gone away thinking that he was arrogant or aloof. In reality, the encounters had made him squirm and then, afterward, left him feeling a

My heart was shattered and I even lost weight. My brothers used to sometimes make fun of me and call me Gay because they never saw me with a lady before. The day I had sex with a woman I realised that I wasn't gay, as a matter of fact if anything I think I like women more.. I think my issue is that I can put all my focus on a lady if there isn't any man whom I am attracted to.. I can go as long as 40 minutes when having sex with a lady, and I doubt any Gay man can do that, so yeah.

Tommy had wanted to talk to his stepmother for a long time about his shyness and the stutter but he didn't want to burden her. Additionally, he felt embarrassed talking to her about girls. Now that he had finally gotten up enough nerve to bring the subject up, he knew he had to continue. "It's... it's just that I'm... I'm not so hot with the girls. I'm too shy and whenever I get around a nice-looking girl I... I... I... get tongue-tied," Tommy said, his eyes unable to meet his stepmother's.

Sighed brokenly. "I don't know why you're trying so hard to keep quiet..." The words came roughly into the warmth of her rising and falling chest, "...we don't have to worry about your father in the other room," and as she tried so hard to press her lips together and ignore his devious teeth sucking and pulling at the skin of her lips, she failed oh-so-bitterly. Grunted rather loudly into his mouth. Pushed up against him. Felt heat spring to her face. “Oh, come on, just give it up already,” Pulling back slowly, he felt he could see more of her than he ever had. She was timid — shy, even — too afraid of embarrassing herself to make any sound… not as bold as she

Shanaya winced in profound shame, her eyes tightly shut against the degrading words being hurled at her. She froze in Rajeev's grip, feeling like she was stripped bare in front of them. His creepy words made her sick to her stomach. All she wanted was to disappear, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. The feeling of imaginary ants crawling on her back added to her embarrassment, making it impossible for her to look anyone in the eye. She shut her eyes tight to spare herself from the disgrace.

Was she upset that the seamstress spoke? “Teyana,” I called her by her name.. She makes eye contact with me for the first time since I entered, revealing a silver eye color. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. “I am Sincere.” She lowers her head, giving me a bow before looking over at Lana. Lana stands off to the side of the overly large changing room. I could tell she was annoyed by our interaction. “Do you… like movies?” It was a lame start to a conversation, I know, but so far, this was the only thing I could work with.

I replied Leo nodded, "Me too. I don't know what I would do if they didn't. They both kinda need a friend. Eve is tight with Keri and all but Keri and Sally are always together and Eve feels like a third wheel. Layla is a tomboy and needs someone to help her with all this girl stuff. Especially since she lives with us and not mom now" "What's your Mom like?" I asked

"Fine. Go get changed." *** Translations: *nyash: ass. When someone says your father's nyash, its basically your father's ass they're cursing out. *Waka: Its a curse or an insult *No vex o: Don't be angry

Shit. **

Abruptly, she lowered her head, and it became evident that a sense of shyness enveloped her, stemming from the recent actions she had undertaken. The office sustained its hushed ambiance until she broke the silence, uttering, "I... I am sorry for that. It was... it was an overreaction." Observing her sudden bashfulness, I couldn't resist a smirk. There's an undeniable charm to shy girls, and witnessing her shyness gave me a newfound sense of confidence and morale. "Were you jealous?" I inquired, bridging the short gap between us. She promptly lifted her head, meeting my gaze.