Embarrassment Inside Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I was scared because of that. " It soft." He said still smirking at me. At first, I don't understand why he acting like that, but I realized that I only wearing a thin white shirt because my undergarments were still wet. I feel the heat on my face and cover my front with my hands. " Pervert."

he corrected. I felt embarrassed but held it in.

I wanted to say something, to apologize, but my throat felt tight, my voice trapped beneath the weight of my embarrassment. I lowered my head to the ground, trying to hide my face in shame. The weight of my embarrassment felt heavy on my shoulders, and I wished I could just disappear. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of polished leather shoes and elegant heels stepping closer until they stopped right in front of me.

It made no sense. I wasn't a man who acted on impulse. Every move I made was calculated. Every word I spoke had a purpose. Yet somehow, the moment I looked at Reneta, all that discipline disappeared. It was as if her lips had been calling to me and I hadn't possessed enough strength to resist. The memory replayed itself over and over in my head, and every single time it ended the same way with her pushing me away. The embarrassment hit me harder than I expected. I couldn't remember the last time I had actually felt embarrassed. It wasn't an emotion I was familiar with. Anger, irritation, dominance, control. those I understood. Embarrassment? That was new.

All that time, he had been holding onto the truth like some arrogant bastard who enjoyed watching people drown in their own humiliation. I stare at him, my mouth slightly open, my brain completely empty of words. Nothing comes out. Not a single coherent thought can make it from my head to my tongue. Everything has gone from awkward to absolutely, unbearably, completely fucking awkward. Now I’m just standing here like a statue while my heart slams against my ribs hard enough for me to feel the pulse in my throat, my temples, even the tips of my fingers. A shiver races from the base of my skull all the way down my spine as embarrassment sinks deep into me, twisting tighter and tighter around m