Embarrassment Inside Novels & Stories

I looked at her in horror as the realization hit me. OH! My God! Is this why he was so frantic at the end of my treatment!? He can smell my arousal!?!? Oh, My God!!!! Oh, My God!!!! “Your face is turning red Jena,” She stared at me while I drowned in embarrassment, “Hey,” I started slumping down into the water, “Don’t be like that!” She tried to grab me from her end. How can I not be like that?!?! I feel so embarrassed!!! This is humiliating. Is this what men feel when they get a boner and someone sees?!?!

Ella I don’t linger in the bathroom. Not even for a second. The moment the door clicks shut behind Beckett, I practically throw my clothes on. My hands shake while I get dressed. Not because I’m cold. Not because I’m scared. Because I’m embarrassed. Mortifyingly, painfully embarrassed. The kind of embarrassment that settles under your skin and refuses to leave. By the time I’m fully dressed, my face is still burning. I grab my towel and practically flee the bathroom.

I had no idea why. The three girls stood in front of me. Breasts. Six of them. No biggie. My face grew even hotter. Embarrassment is an odd thing. I assume nature has a good reason to include it in our range of emotions, but fuck knows what that reason is. Perhaps it isn’t nature. Perhaps it’s God. There’s a big deal made about it in the Bible, how Adam and Eve became aware of their own shame in the Garden of Eden.

We are still on the table and my legs are dangling from the table and Noah's wait is on me and he is still inside me. I tried to not make any sound to alert anyone outside this room and I am really thankful that no one barged in on us. Shame and embarrassment started crawling throughout my body for being so easy and forgetting how this male judged me and disrespected me.

His heart is thundering inside his chest, his breath is in a messy state and he seems to be burning with embarrassment. ****😉😉****

He took a breath. “I’m embarrassed as it is. Can’t you see that?” That word struck her harder than shouting would have. Embarrassed. She had felt many things these past weeks. Jealous. Angry. Possessive. Restless. But embarrassed? She had buried that one deep. Jackson’s voice softened, but only slightly. “I’m also shocked that you are not embarrassed by this whole situation.” Anita’s eyes filled before she could stop them. “You think this is easy for me?”

However, these days, my embarrassment came from the memory of what Mr Winston and I did in the examining room of his personal doctor. My heart started racing. My cheeks flushed red. I was going to die of an embarrassment so potent, it was searing the skin off my bones. And the only thing that began running through my mind was Oh shit oh shit oh shit HOLY SHIT! WHAT DID I DO?! WHY DID I DO THAT?!

In this emotionally charged situation, Connie felt a mix of embarrassment and deep anger. As she fell, all her confidence seemed to vanish, leaving only awkwardness and frustration. She stared at the floor, unable to lift her head, as if trying to avoid the gazes of those around her. In her mind, a voice whispered. Why did Zack have to grab Emily's arm? Why did he have to get involved in this chaos? Each question only added weight to her heart. The resentment towards Zack and bewilderment at this unexpected situation pulled her deeper into despair.

The room felt too warm, too bright, too much, but at the same time I never wanted to escape it. An embarrassing whimper left me and I clamped my lips together to keep another one from escaping. My grip on Nicholas' hair tightened, awareness that I was arriving ecstasy washing over me like cold water. Raw, wild need pulsed in my centre, promising the release I so desperately wanted. Mortification flared hot under my skin, as I felt myself give way, something moist and hot trickling out of me. My cheeks burned in embarrassment, the wet sensation so filthy and obscene that I instinctively tried to shy away, to hide.

Ember commands once the dress is off, and I'm left standing there in my underwear. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for what lies ahead. My insides churn with a mixture of humiliation and anger as I slowly approach the exit. The thought of walking out wearing nothing but my underwear fills me with a sense of profound discomfort. I grasp the doorknob, but my hand hesitates, unable to find the strength to pull it open. I'm a princess, fuck it. I shouldn't be seen in my underwear.