A Sinful Confession Novels & Stories

"You almost revealed everything. My wife. My company. My future. All for what? A wire transfer from some coward hiding behind a screen?" The man remained silent. Frederick walked around the chair at a measured pace. "You think you’ve succeeded by staying quiet? You’re not safeguarding them. You’re sentencing yourself." Silence reigned. Frederick sighed. "You were granted access. You had the clearance. That means someone placed trust in you. And you betrayed that trust for nothing." "I didn’t betray anyone," the man finally croaked, lifting his head slightly. "I was doing what was right."

sessions with Father Evans but I had no intention of giving up my sexual desires or even masturbation. And from Father's practice yesterday, I doubt that was his plan either. Or atleast I hoped he didn’t. I stepped into the confessional a bit wary, not knowing what to expect. Once I sat down and situated myself I started, “Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been two days since my last confession.” “What are your sins,” came Father Evans’ deep baritone voice from the other side of the booth. “I fell into temptation but this time with a man who's vowed himself to God,” I said carefully.

It washed over me, making me shiver. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I whispered, my voice shaking. "It's been… it's been a week since my last confession." A lie. It had been years. "Tell me your sins, my child." I took a ragged breath. "I have… impure thoughts. Desires." I leaned closer to the screen, my lips almost touching the wood. "I can't stop thinking about a man. A man I can't have. A holy man."

Darius held him close, his own face pale. The Broker spoke again. “Painful truth that shames the speaker. The audience feels the genuine remorse. One confession remains. Speak your third and greatest sin, Guardian.” This was the worst one. The confession I’d never allowed myself to think about consciously because acknowledging it would mean accepting how dark I’d become. My hands shook. My breath came in short gasps. “My third sin,” I whispered, then forced myself to speak louder. “My third sin is about Sarah.” Darius’s entire body tensed.

Or I hoped he didn’t. I stepped into the confessional a bit wary, not knowing what to expect. Once I sat down and situated myself I started, “Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been two days since my last confession.” “What are your sins,” came Father Michaels’ deep baritone voice from the other side of the booth. “I indulged in pleasures of the flesh with a man who has taken a vow of chastity,” I said carefully. The truth was I did feel horribly guilty about it. Catholic guilt, it’s a conundrum.

And this time… I wouldn’t be able to hide behind vague words and careful phrasing; This time, I would have to say it. Or worse— He would hear it anyway. Even the confession would feel like more sin added to my case; How am I supposed to start? How will I let him know I'm losing my mind because of him? I can't! I can't tell him I've been thinking about him and touching myself, wishing It was him between my thighs!! Would that be a confession or a trap for him? I'll just keep receiving communion. Some sins will have to wait till I find another priest, or else I'll take my sins to the grave.

His voice through the lattice is quieter, closer, intimate in the way that small dark spaces make everything intimate. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I say. “It has been ten years since my last confession.” “Tell me your sins.” I take a breath. The confessional smells like a hundred years of whispered secrets. His breathing is audible through the screen, and I can hear him controlling it, performing calm. “I’ve been having impure thoughts.” A pause. “What kind of impure thoughts?” “Sexual thoughts. About a man.” “This is not uncommon. The flesh is –”

Me : Good evening Father Priest Paul : Evening my child Me : Forgive me father for l have sinned , I almost committed adultery Father : You are forgiven my child , don't forget to pray confessing also and remember although God is too merciful to forgive our dirty sins it's not a ticket for us to keep on sinning Me : Thank you Father I walked out of the confession room then prayed confessing my sins to God . Holy Mary Mother of God , I surely need to confess again .Now l know why Samson fell into Delilah's trap , some ladies are just tempting . There she was , kneeling on the floor as she applied cobra on the floor. The way her heavy assets were shaking , it enables to arouse desire . Am fail

Penelope As I walked into the confession box, I had one goal. That was to let it all out of my heart. I had a heavy heart and I was walking in to offload everything. I had been carrying this burden for far too long. I needed to let it go. I was entering this confession box to confess my sins and leave a new person. Devoid of all worldly things. “Bless me father, for I have sinned,” I whispered. The crack in my voice in addition to the lack of audibility were results of my internal battle with the crushing weight of guilt.

My hands dropped down, I accepted my defeat. "I'm sorry, so where were we?" He mended his coat by giving his shoulders a shrug and uttered. My tears began flowing, I had dreaded this day for so long, who knew the man I have let my heart to fool me would be the reason I will meet that pervert again. Why was he punishing me for Scarlet's sins? "She is with me right now." He said, I was shivering and sitting with my body straight and my heart praying. That was it, he got me F**** up.