Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

The window rolled down, and of course, there was Jeremiah, my boss, looking confused. "Uhm..." Ugh!! I sat in the car minutes later, kicking myself multiple times internally, and stared straight ahead. "Sorry for the inconvenience." "No. No. Of course not. It's a pleasure." Ugh! Embarrassment is an understatement, mostly because I sounded so sure when turning him down earlier. I saw him glance at me from the corner of my eye. Please don't bring up the date or anything related to it because... "Uhm... Your address."

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.

“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.

I try to stroll through the crowd of people with grace, but I end up tripping on my feet a couple times, making me hate myself, because some snickering girls just happen to witness it. Way to embarrass yourself somehow Jamie, if there's a way you will find it. I shake off their laughter, and retreat to the bathroom quickly away from my female cynics. I will probably over think that moment for the rest of my life, just another emabarrassing memory to come back to me at a random time in the nearby future, and to make me feel completely stupid. I finish my business quickly, taking a little longer than usual because of the tight dress, and small stall. Once I get myself situated, I open the door

Embarrassment could come later—for now, dignity was the least of my concerns when my whole body felt like it was on fire. I swallowed nervously as his eyes flickered with a wicked glint for a brief moment, making me wonder if I looked completely ridiculous, begging like this. Damn it, what the fuck is wrong with you? Just go to your room, touch yourself, and call it a night. You don’t need a dick to cum, Emily! Yes, I just needed to pull myself together and stop embarrassing myself any further.

It was a peculiar amalgamation of sensations, a complex interplay between shame and arousal that coursed through me like a potent elixir. It wasn't just any ordinary night. It was an evening filled with a deep sense of both regret and anticipation, as he punished me leaving an indelible mark on my memory. The weighty consequences of my near faux pas reverberated through my mind, evoking a cascade of emotions that danced on the fine line between humiliation and desire. The embarrassment, like a deep crimson blush, suffused my cheeks, creating an external marker of my inner turmoil. However, intertwined within this unwelcome shame, a flicker of excitement and arousal took hold, igniting a capt

I blurted. Awkwardness, a dance of missteps and misunderstandings, where words stumble and silence speaks volumes. It's a delicate balance between humor and discomfort, a canvas painted with shades of embarrassment and uncertainty, creating a tapestry of human vulnerability and imperfection. ‘I don't want to be here!’

he said really amused. Now that's the real definition of embarrassment in case you don't know what that means. I really felt like entering the ground. “Don’t you have some explanation to do? Why the hell was I on top of you in the first place? Last time I checked, I was sleeping in a cozy room” I said trying to find my strength and turn the embarrassment around. This is the best thing anyone can do in this situation, at least if they are not chickens. Maybe I am the chicken here, I don't know how to get out of this.

When I looked into the mirror, I realized why he was desperately looking away. My face reddened with sheer embarrassment. How could he not look away? He could practically see through my soul with my breasts out in the open! I shrieked inwardly, feeling the urge to cover my breasts. Why, oh why? Why me? This day is getting worse and worse. I just want it to end.

This time not the foreign feeling tickling my heart that made my stomach clench strangely, but of a mix of horror and embarrassment. Horror because of how lightly his words seemed to regard something I considered life-threatening and embarrassed because… 'I can't believe… how could I think he's for any second concerned about me?' Not to mention the mortifying reactions I had to something that was nothing less than a misunderstanding. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to bury my head into my pillow and scream out my lungs, before finally fainting. My toes in my slipper curled up in shame. My head buried lower and lower, there was just something about his presence that was very pressuring