All Chapters of Drenched Confessions: A collection of Steamy Stories: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this. “Silly girl, where’s your head?” my mother’s voice echoed through the cathedral accompanied by her dignified chuckle. Where’s my head? I couldn't stop my mind from replaying that wishful thinking….me on my knees, a couple of dicks slapping my face. I almost gasped. Yes, that’s where my head is at. Father Benedict let out a hearty laugh. “Not to worry, Mrs Pembroke. I see this all the time in young girls about to…….” I blocked it out ... .or should I say I survived the chatter

I moved out. You know when they say “Out of sight, out of mind”?It couldn’t be more wrong for my predicament…..I was tortured by memories of that night.Even worse, I couldn’t stop the heat that seemed to have been cursed upon me. More often than I could count, I found myself exploring my body while my mind replayed the memories.I couldn’t function, convinced myself all would be well if I saw Mark. So, I took a quick trip home and did something I’d never done before. I kissed Mark…The shock on his face said enough about how erratic my behavior had gotten. As expected of good old Mark, he rambled about our vows to remain pure till our wedding night. Heck!! He took me to confession the next morning.I wonder what he would do if he could see me now. Strangely, the thought of my fiancée’s expression made my nipples hard. Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it

“I can’t believe you washed your hair on your wedding morning, who does that? Who washes an already styled hair, who?” Maggie, my cousin/ best friend rambled on in a panic that mirrored my mother’s breakdown a couple of minutes ago.I sighed, “It’s fine, Maggie. We’re going to make it, aren’t we?” I asked the stylist. She nodded, frantically rushing through everything. Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?”I took a deep breath.“I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.”Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?”The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of