Embarrassed Stories Novels & Stories

Just looking at what he held reminded me of the foreign sensation between my legs from the previous night. I touched my collarbone without thinking and was about to move down when he sent another message. "Don't touch yourself." I grew even more restless, but reminding myself that this was part of the treatment, I forced myself to endure it. Even though the fabric was chiffon, I couldn't stop feeling self-conscious about my breasts. Whenever I bent over slightly or sat down in public, I felt as if everyone was staring at me. At noon, Vincent sent a message. "Take off your underwear and send me a photo."

“Maya is my wife. Do I really need you to give me her contact information? “Forget it. No point in wasting words with you.” After ending the call, Benedict felt fatigue and frustration flooding his body. On the other end, HR remained unsettled. I had always been so busy at the company that I barely had a moment to breathe, hardly appearing like Benedict’s wife in anyone’s eyes. Once HR learned the truth, the news spread quickly throughout the company. One of my former colleagues, unable to contain their curiosity, sent me a message: [You’ve been hiding this all along, Maya. Oh, wait. Should I say Mrs. White now?]

"So, tell me, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?" Grace's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh, no way. I'm not falling for that one." "No? Come on, Grace, don't leave me hanging," Noah teased, nudging her with his elbow. "Well, okay," Grace relented, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But only because I'm feeling generous today. Let me think..." As Grace recounted a hilarious tale of a wardrobe malfunction at a high school dance, Noah listened intently, laughing along with her.

Except this time it was not at all with any sexual tension attached to it. “Thank you,” he says and I can see how teary his eyes have become. “Okay enough with the sad stories, tell me your most embarrassing moment,” I say to try and lighten the mood. “Hell no, I am not telling you that,” he says chuckling. Just the reaction I wanted. “I promise I will tell you about mine. I am so sure mine is worse trust me,” I say while taking a sip of my juice.

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

I asked, He looked a bit sad, where did I ask this question? “Most embarrassing moment,” I asked trying to lighten up the mood. “I will tell you mine, it was one time I went shopping with Vicky and I randomly said the salesman looked hot so Vicky told him, god I felt so embarrassed.” I still remember that moment, I ran out of the store till date I try and avoid that store. Hunter laughed when I finished my story, he had the most beautiful laugh. “What did you do to her?.” “I showed her embarrassing baby pictures to her crush, she couldn’t talk to him for weeks.” She literally deserved that.

Breanna laughed with a cough. 'They won't like that I used to be a stripper.' She mumbled after a beat. 'I don't care, I like you, stripper or not, student or not, traumatized or not.' She laughed again. But all her fears flew out the window as soon as Helen started saying stories of how Maxwell used to have terrible dermatitis all over his skin, when he was little so he would run around naked. They did not waste any opportunity to tell her embarrassing stories of him, but somehow, she still felt naked without him. Like the empty feeling of not having a purse or a bag.

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

"I'm not good at this stuff, but I'm sorry for asking you about your illness. It wasn't something I should've pried into. It probably wasn't something you wanted to talk about." I waited for a few seconds for his response, but he wasn't saying anything. I turned back around and saw him trying to hold his laughter in. "H-Hey, why the hell are you laughing?!" I exclaimed as I pulled on his collar. "I just didn't expect that from you." He replied as he covered his face and continued laughing. I let him go and felt the shame consume me. "Just stop." I said as I covered my face a little. "It's embarassing enough that I said all that."

“Who told you to suspect that I was bad mouthing you? I should reveal your embarrassing stories to make your suspicions of me come true.” Callum replied, “I was wrong, Nana. I won’t do it again. Please spare me and let me maintain my image.” Grandma May chuckled. “That was the only embarrassing story of yours that’s still fresh in my mind. I can’t recall the others, yet. “I have too many grandsons, and all of them had embarrassing moments when they were young. However, if you keep asking, I might be able to remember more of your stories.” “I’ll stop talking. Please recall embarrassing stories of the others instead of mine, Nana.”