Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow, I’m going to take my parents and disappear. At least, I hope they’ll be okay with tomorrow. It might be the day after, but either way, I’m not going to be here anymore. Not in this house. Not with you. Your granny told me I’d have my money by tomorrow morning and the fake IDs she’s setting up. She’s working her magic tonight. So…why not? We’re never going to see each other again. We’re grown people with our heads on straight, and it would just be scratching an itch. I’m going to have to go into hiding for a long time, and well, maybe we’ve both already been hiding for a good long while.” “Oh. Oh, goodness,” I choke. Not my finest moment, I’ll admit. A beautiful woman with her very

Alex decided to talk madly at her this time around. “It’s you as woman that should be avoiding me, feeling shame to see me, trying all possible means to avoid be encounter with me. Instead, I was the one doing that. DON’T YOU HAVE A SHAME?” Alex was yelling loudly at her. The walkway had been blocked by Alex and Sadie, so Hakeem and co were unable to excuse them. They stood rooted behind Alex and looking at them. “What am I even saying? DOES WHORE USE TO HAVE SHAME!” Alex uttered in loud tone.

I'd earlier removed my clothes and was left in the thin camisole top and underwear. As if hypnotised, I mimicked his action and massaged my sensitive walls, gulping the excessive pool of saliva occasionally. I was overwhelmed with a sense of shame which was logistically ridiculous given that the reason for my shame was doing the same thing right across from me and technically, was the reason I was in that shameless position in the first place. My carnal instinct guided the movements of my fingers, tenderly nudging at my entrance but unable to go deep. Still, it felt like eating a delicious meal after a bad appetiser.

Muscles I didn’t even know I had were being used in the fuckfest where I think I lost count of my orgasms after three. Some people call leaving a guy’s room in the early morning the ‘walk of shame.’ There was NO shame in how I strutted out of Malcolm’s room wearing one of his jerseys like a dress, my hair a mess, my heels in my hands, and my whole body aching from the workout he’d given me. But I held my head high and had a big ass smile on my face that I knew was going to stay there for days.

Upstairs, Celeste’s laughter echoes faintly, a chilling reminder of just how far we’re willing to go. And for the first time, I can feel the shame washing over me.

Sometimes, I thought to myself, perhaps it would be better if I just stayed in the dream forever. Time passed, and sometimes, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or living in reality. In my dreams, Amelie and I had a child. Sometimes, I'd wake up and instinctively try to continue the scenario from my dream. But when I saw the empty room and Sasha's surprised gaze, I felt foolish. Amelie was gone. I knew this reality better than anyone. But I still didn't want to accept it. As "Strange" wrapped up filming, a shocking news story broke across the media.

Not quite as hard as the first time I'd seen it, but still heavy, frightening, impossible not to stare at. Shame swept through me, mixing with an ache so fierce it almost hurt. My thighs pressed together tightly under my dress, a desperate, useless attempt to hold back the wetness slipping between them. “Tell me the honest truth,” he murmured, stepping closer, voice cruel in its softness. “Do you like what you see?”

Aunt Leanne roared, interrupting Uncle Adam's attempt to change the subject, "I think you're the shameless one! You're old enough to be someone's father, and you're still doing such things. Adam, I'll kill you, you heartless bastard!" She then overturned the scalding pot of fish stew in front of her. Hot stew splattered all over Uncle Adam. "Ouch! It's scalding hot! You madwoman!" Uncle Adam screamed, jumping up with a thud as his face was smeared with stew. He looked like a clown. [Ding! Adam's rage has been detected. Leanne's resentment level is off the charts! Rage points +200!] [Rewards: 1 Doomsday Safe House Modification Card, 1-click door, window, and wall reinforcement, 100 servings o

I could feel how large his cock was because he was rubbing against my back. My head slowly pulled back, not completely gone. Just far enough to leave ground under my feet again. And with the ground came everything else. My senses. The locker room. The fluorescent light. The smell of ice and sweat and something that was all five of us now, something that had not existed an hour ago, something I didn't have a name for yet but that sat in the center of my chest like a coal that had just been lit. The shame arrived like cold water. I moved.