She felt as if there wasn't enough blood in her body to make her head feel this dizzy and hot. Her breath was so heavy, breathing in and out, but not in a way she recognized. She still stood with her hands covering her breasts, and pussy, despite the fact she still had her bra and panties on. Trying to clear her head, trying to think straight, trying to calm down, while also telling herself that all of it was impossible. She knew her face was so red, that it was probably giving off heat. She could say her thoughts, but it was as if her body knew they were lies.

"I... I can't. I've never had to." Despite being in college, she was telling the truth. She hadn't been in this position before. She had always some sort of way of falling back on plan B, or being able to 'look normal' if anything were to happen if she let her arousal take her over. By herself, with a boy, with a friend, whatever the occasion was, she had something to fall back on. Instead, here, in front of him, she had nothing to fall back on.

"That's a shame. There's so much you are missing out on." His voice wasn't deep, but it felt deep. His tone said more than enough, and it pierced into her body like a crack down a failing dam. It only took one and the force would do the rest.
"Take it off. You're telling me that you want me to see them."

She started shaking her head. The words made her ears burn, and she heard herself, in her soft dry voice saying, "I... I... I'm not sure if that's true." Despite her words, her hands moved to obey him. Her body moved on it's own, responding to his voice. As if she was only a spectator, she watched her hands slide the straps off her shoulders, undo the clasp on the front of her bra, and hold it there for a second. She was breathing so heavy and hot, she swore she could see the steam from her mouth. Pausing as she knew what she said, but then letting the bra fall from her body, and landing silently on the floor behind her.

"There you go, I told you that is what you wanted." She felt all of her internal self ablaze with heat. The way she heard things, the air going in and out of her mouth, inside her chest, from the pit of her stomach, and especially from between her legs. Everything was on fire as she felt hear hands cup her breasts from underneath, and then shake them a bit for him. She yelped at her own body movement and then slide her arm across her body, under her breast, and the other arm across her breasts, trying to hide her hard nipples.

"It's... this is, I haven't... I wouldn't show... it's- I mean, I don't do this?" She sounded as if she was trying to convince herself. Her words were coming, but again her body was betraying her. She only knew one word in her mind was screaming at the top of her lugs, "Embarrassed". However, he knew more than that. He knew he just had to tell her. The small smile on his face said more than enough as he came closer to her. His hand lifting to her face, holding her under her chin so she couldn't look away from his gaze. Then he said it.

"Take the panties off."

She was thinking she wanted to shake her head. She was thinking of the sentence trying to get around his words. "But, you said, you-, you-, ... you like it more than trimmed." She was trying to delay it, trying to redirect him, but he had already said it. The heat inside her ate up his words, and being held in his gaze, she felt her hands drop from her chest. Her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, and sliding them down. The entire time, held in his gaze, held to his words.

I wanted to write a scene of a shy girl who is very nervous and embarrassed to be put in this place of sexual display, and be a sexual object. Although despite her embarrassment, and her nervousness, she couldn't help but do what she was told. The girl not knowing what is going on, but obviously whoever she is with, knows exactly what is happening, and already knows the girl, and her body before she does. His words and his actions slowly and gently leading her own into more and more sexual situations and positions. Her wanting to do it, just thinking she doesn't want to because of her shyness and her embarrassed feelings. My question to you, is how did she get here, and how does she know the man in front of her?

While I do have my own preferences for what this girl looks like, and what her background/personality is, I very much want my partners to be happy and wanting to play the characters they choose. So you tell me who this girl is. While I gave a bit of background and detail to her, I want you to fill in more than just the small bits I included. You can even change them, if you'd like, as well. Please give a full body description, and give me a bit of what her personality is like. If you would like to provide a reference picture, that is also perfectly fine as well (just be aware I might not be into the picture, depending on the picture). Also, tell me what your kinks and limits are.

My kinks mostly include: Being dominant, orgasm control/denial, wardrobe control, exhibitionism, light bondage (giving), light pain (giving), light degradation, light humiliation, dirty talk, skirts, facials, anal, blow jobs, public play, toys, and other things along those lines.
My limits are: Death, urine, scat, feet, body modification, bimbofication, rape, extreme pain/violence, animals, and other extreme things along those lines.

If you are unsure of roleplaying, and just want to talk, that's fine as well. I was recently having a wonderful conversation with someone that was very shy and nervous about their own things that they liked sexually. I unfortunately got ghosted, but that doesn't keep from welcoming those that are wanting to talk and maybe shy and nervous.

My other prompts are always open if you'd like to check those out, as well.
I hope to hear from all of you.