Embarrassing Situations Novels & Stories

I got even redder and didn’t know what to say and stuttered, “I… uhm… ehm.” I made a mistake and my hand touched my crotch and Adam started to look down when I spoke, “Don’t!” But it was too late. Adam’s eyes were already looking down and he asked me like an idiot, “Why are you covering your…?” I gulped and pushed Adam. Big mistake. Now my bulge was seen by Adam. And I wanted to die of embarrassment. “You don’t have to be ashamed,” Adam told me but it only made me even more embarrassed.

Demi’s pov, ‘Oh my goodness! That was so embarrassing! Why, why?! Why did I do such an embarrassing thing?! What was wrong with me last night?!’. I yelled in my mind. I have never been so embarrassed before in my life, and I wished that the ground was going to open up and swallow me. ‘Why?’. I whimpered, and my hands reached out to my hair and grabbed it. “Ugh!”. I groaned because of how frustrated I was.

My heart hammered in my chest, my throat tight, but I knew the next words I spoke would change everything. The sound of laughter broke through my dazed thoughts, dragging me out of my trance. My heart stuttered, and an overwhelming sense of embarrassment flooded me. The entire church was looking at me, their smiles sharp and piercing, and I felt as though every inch of me was exposed. I wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground and disappear.

I had the feeling that he was going to try grabbing my non existent penis. He tugged at my buttons, and was really going to go down. My stomach gurgled, and I felt an instant wetness in my panties. My eyes widened as I realized what the problem had been since. “My fucking PERIOD!” I thought to myself. The blue trousers I wore would probably embarrass me soon, and reveal my secrets. I wasn't sure if the panties I wore could absorb much moisture. Mr Harry was going to make a move on my panties. I have to come up with something really fast! Why do I always end up in situations like this?

My words cut off mid-sentence as the pointer slipped from my fingers and clattered against the desk. I doubled over hard, one hand flying down to clutch myself through my pants while my mouth fell open on a silent, startled gasp. My eyes went wide as the ache became immediate and overwhelming, as if the curse had simply decided the middle of a formal briefing was the perfect moment to demand everything at once. Embarrassed heat flooded my face and neck as I tried to straighten, searching for a way to form an apology or even a coherent excuse. “I—I need to excuse myself,” I managed, my voice strained and thin. “Just for—”

VIKTOR. What is the most embarrassing thing in your life? When you just feel humiliated at a point that you want to hide your face, break everything around, and run away on mountains and never be seen again? For me. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I am Viktor Raven, Making me humiliated is the last thing anyone can think of. But, Right now, I was so embarrassed!! So so embarrassed on myself, on my family and especially Rebecca.

I was looking for something to hold on to while walking backward because my legs were getting weaker and weaker until… Shit. After I screamed, the whole house was eaten by silence as they witnessed an embarrassing moment of my life. I almost threw myself at the ground. I broke the vase from the table I tried to lean on to but failed to support my balance. So here I was, on the ground. The spilled alcoholic drink was even in my pajamas. Great. Gross, Wow, Havoc. You really are a Havoc and it happened on your birthday! I scrutinized my situation. I tried analyzing what to do with my mess while gazing at the chaos in front of me until I felt hopeless. "Embarrassing," I whispered. I felt like ev

As if he doesn’t have every woman in the room casually sneaking glances at him. When his knee brushes mine under the table, it feels like my entire skeleton glitches. “So,” I say, desperate for something to fill the silence. “Tell me something embarrassing.” His brow lifts. “Why?” “Because I need to feel better about existing in a world where I once mistook dry shampoo for deodorant.” He snorts. “Fine. I will give you an embarrassing memory.” “You have those?” “Of course. I once farted on stage during a Shakespeare play. Live audience. Full cast. Mics on.”

“Because you are not feeling well.” “I am fine. I can go to work,” I say trying again to make my way around him. “No, you are not, I just saw you leave the toilet,” he says, and I feel like the earth should swallow me whole. I don’t think I have ever felt more embarrassed in my life than I do right now. Of all things to happen to me, is for Ismail to say he saw me leaving the toilet. If I thought being sick was embarrassing, then I need to think again. Why do embarrassing things keep happening to me in front of Ismail. Ya Allah please make it stop. I don’t think I can bear it any longer. I don’t even say a word, too embarrassed to say a thing.

My body was practically turning hot and I can feel my pussy already awake, if not because of how I was seating I would have been dripping already. But regardless, I couldn't even move, shift, or change positions because any slight movement from me would be like a caress on my body, and squirming or whimpering at this meeting was a very big embarrassment to me that I didn't even dare to imagine how I will appear to them later on which each of them remembering how I was whimpering in that corrupt head of theirs, and the fact that I know they will be thinking that but said nothing even though they are thinking it is one of the most embarrassing and awkward things that can ever happen to anyone.