Shameless Setting Novels & Stories

Leo nodded and handed the lapdog the keys as he took it as unlocked the car and drove to the parking lot. Liam's heart raced as he entered the crowded fish of people attending the extravagant gala. It was a sea of glitz and glamour, with men and women donned in expensive clothes and adorned with dazzling jewelry. Despite the opulence surrounding him, Liam felt like a fish out of water, acutely aware of his own humble origins and the way he stood out amidst the high society.

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'm making horrible animal noises and even belches as I eat but I can't stop. My legs give out and I slide to the floor- I have been standing every since then. I see that I am surrounded by my mess of scattered food. I should feel ashamed of my behavior - this is how they always said omegas act, like savage creatures with no control. Like weak outcasts without the power to control their urges. But on the contrary, shame requires energy and all of mine is focused on getting as much food into my body as possible before someone takes it away. Who knows what would happen next or where next I will see myself

Heat rises in my cheeks, making me lower my head. “I… I kinda like you, but… I just got out of a terrible relationship and I’m still kind of nursing my heart and not looking to…date.” I explain, feeling my face flame up even harder. Why do I feel ashamed when I’m the one that was wronged? Marcus and Nora are the ones who should feel ashamed. Not me. Finn brushes his knuckles against my cheeks softly. “I’ll be patient for as long as it takes. I’m here for you, Rhea. Never forget that. I’ll see you later, okay?”

And here I was, starring at nothing, wishing for ground to split open and engulf me in. "Dinner's ready," Dante said, his eyes still on me and I blinked away the tears of shame away. "And Miranda's here." This seemed to caught Silvio's attention as he stopped and sighed before cursing under his breath. I thanked the heavens as he put me down and blocked Dante with his huge body. I somehow knew how slutty I might be looking like this, with my dress unkempted. He tilted his head to side as I sniffled, my eyes refusing to meet his. Shame was there.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Shameless. That was the only fucking word that fit how I felt as I stood in front of Gage’s bedroom door for the second night in a row. I squeezed my eyes shut. The thought of him assuming I wasn’t interested—after I hadn’t met him in the library—made me uneasy more than I cared to admit. And before I knew it, I was here again, planted outside his door, wearing nothing but a thin silk nightdress that barely skimmed the tops of my thighs, with a neckline plunging so goddamn low that every breath threatened to spill my tits out.

That deep, dark, decadent part of her hoped so. "Place her at the foot of the dais," Shane instructed, "facing away from us." The platform was moved, and Shamira found herself looking out upon the room, filled with hungry gazes and dishonorable intentions. This was not punishment for her, nor true humiliation. It was her fantasy, to be taken in a restaurant in such finery by anyone with an interest to do so, and Shane was making it a reality for her. This was not A reward, but rather THE reward. "I have not seen a table-setting quite so fetching before," the Shepherd said, his voice betraying a bit of his interest.

My consciousness almost bolted out of my body as I sat there in the sofa, dick in hand, and the video still ongoing, not even giving a fuck or two that I had been caught masturbating. I didn't know what gave me the morale, but I knew that I had read somewhere that the only way to not feel shamed is to be shameless, and so I decided to be shameless; I owned nobody no explanation. “ Hey, you back?” I casually asked him as I continued stroking my dick, hoping that he would be the one to feel ashamed and run off. He just stood there, the shock still evident in his face, “ seems like you wanna join me, don't you?” I said, smiling hysterically as I stroked harder, a part of me growing more comfort

He stood there for a second and left the room, closing the door with a bang. The second the door closed my body collapsed to the ground and I started sobbing with anger, hurt, and shame. How can he treat me like this when he has a girlfriend? What does he think about me? Am I going to be his shame forever? I don't want to live like this and I definitely don't want to be a second option.

But compared to the rest of the male population, it was even a bit above average! The sudden movement awakened Noah from his stupor, and when he realized that his private bits were now fully exposed, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Shame hit Noah like a truck. Embarrassed due to being seen naked, ashamed of his small size in comparison to Levi’s, mortified due to his body’s shameful response to their previous activities – it all mingled into a soup of chaos that bubbled over the edge like lava erupting from a volcano. With his shame finally boiling over, Noah’s mind fully crashed, turning him into a fumbling mess incapable of a single coherent thought. The only thing he knew to do was to s