Embarrassment Inside Novelas e Histórias

I looked at myself and realized that he was trying to put my seatbelt on for me, not kiss me - how stupid could I be. " Yeah, yes, I think an insect found its way into my eyes", I said as I started scratching my eyes, looking for the imaginary insect that had flown into it from nowhere, wallowing in the pool of shame and embarrassment, just like waving at an unfamiliar person only to realize that the person was waving at the other person behind you. Yeah, that feeling, multiplied by five, that was the weight of embarrassment I was carrying on my shoulders inside that vehicle.

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."

I could feel my face burning in embarrassment. “I…”

I looked at myself and realized that he was trying to put my seatbelt on for me, not kiss me - how stupid could I be. " Yeah, yes, I think an insect found its way into my eyes", I said as I started scratching my eyes, looking for the imaginary insect that had flown into it from nowhere, wallowing in the pool of shame and embarrassment, just like waving at an unfamiliar person only to realize that the person was waving at the other person behind you. Yeah, that feeling, multiplied by five, that was the weight of embarrassment I was carrying on my shoulders inside that vehicle.

No one's even looking at us, at least I don't think they are. This is a regular thing for me. My personality gets in the way and I embarrass myself. It happens once a week at the minimum. I act like I'm fine but I normally spend at least five minutes cringing at myself in the bathroom or a supply closet post embarrassment. I just don't have anywhere to cringe now. Stepping behind Blake was my only option but he's not letting me. Internalizing my cringing does nothing. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I try to pull back but he just holds me a little tighter.

I just kept walking, barefoot down the hall, shirt barely covering my ass, heart hammering like it wanted to explode. The hallway lights were too bright. The carpet scratched under my feet. Every step felt too loud. I kept expecting one of them to open the door and run after me. Nobody did. Good. My chest felt tight. Anger buzzed through me like current. But under that anger there was something worse. Embarrassment. The kind that makes your skin feel hot. I replayed the last hour in my head and every second made me want to scream. Why did I even agree to that?

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.

I exhale slowly, then reach for paper towels, grabbing more than necessary. I start cleaning myself. It’s not graceful or quick. Because if I rush, I’ll think. And if I think, I might spiral. And if I spiral, I might actually cry. And I refuse to. “This is so embarrassing,” I mutter under my breath. But even as I say it…Something in me pushes back. It’s disgusting. Yes. Annoying. Yes. Infuriating. Absolutely. But embarrassing? That would mean I did something wrong. And I didn’t.

I was the one who walked in on them fucking and I feel so embarrassed and yet these two are fucking so roughly like I'm not even in the room. My breathing tremored and my cheeks were flushed of its colours. I can't stand and watch this. The glue which held my legs to the floors disappeared and my legs trembled. "I a-am s-sorry. I wi-will wait outside...I a- am s-sory..." I stuttered in embarrassment before quickly turning back and rushing out of the room, banging the door behind me. I heard Braden deeply chuckle behind me accompanied by a husky groan of content and a low 'fuck'.

Luke doesn’t look away, and time must be ticking on, stretching out to make this moment longer than it needs to be, but I don’t think either of us feel it. All I can feel is embarrassment. It’s like a bucket of cold water to the face. I was trying to get these men out of my system. A moment of indulging in this before I shoved it away, hopefully forever. I definitely didn’t want any of them to know that I felt like this. That I was desperate and pent up and horny enough to do this. My mouth opens, like there’s anything I can say to make this less awkward, and then closes again. Because what can I say? Sorry? I didn’t mean for you to see me like this? I think that’s pretty obvious as it is.