Confession Couple Novels & Stories

Elegant. But inside her? He was pulsing. Throbbing. Stretching her wide and filling her so slow it was maddening. And her walls clenched around him like velvet rope. One man in the crowd tilted his head. “She’s blushing,” he murmured to his partner. “Do you think it’s real?” “Oh, it’s real,” someone else whispered. “It’s a living confession.” They climaxed in perfect silence. No screams. Just trembling. Just release.

"Are you just testing me? I told you I wouldn't lie to you, and I won't. Is there really zero trust left between us?" I nodded without hesitation. "Yes," I said. "I told you before that I would give you three chances, but you broke your word. You might think three or four times doesn't make a difference, but the second you picked up Madeline's call and rushed to the hospital to be with her, you broke every bit of trust between us." Nathaniel stumbled back, regret flickering in his eyes. By this point, my patience had run thin, and I ordered security to throw both of them out of the memorial service.

Mark nodded in agreement. “Thank you,” I said shyly. “I also intend to file for divorce from my wife. But before doing that, I need to gather evidence of her infidelity,” Chris said. “I think I’ve heard about an affair group, but it was a long time ago. According to the news, there were two women who were idols there. But one woman disappeared, leaving only one woman. Could that woman be your wife?” Chloe asked Chris. Chris’s face dropped, his expression showing sadness. Who wouldn’t be sad if betrayed in such a way by the person they love? Especially since they have a child.

“I don’t know. I think you are. We’ve been together for months now. I’ve not been intimate with anyone else and neither have you.” “Sex doesn’t a couple make,” Rory said, looking down into her coffee as if it held the secrets to the universe. “No, I wasn’t just talking about sex and you know it,” I said. She looked up then, her eyes annoyed and her lips pulled in as if she were holding back words. I wanted to hear her words, all of them. I wanted reassurance that I wasn’t in this alone. She looked away back into the dregs of her coffee. “I hate to break it to you, darling, but we’re a couple,” I insisted.

She did all that while her heart was screaming in protest! The twisted couple was huddled together like a grotesque statue. I was shaking with rage, and my emotions spilled over. "Look at you two justifying your betrayal. You're just a slut, Zoe! Don't try to cover it up! "And you, Timothy! You're not allergic to women! You're just impotent! Only a slut can make you feel like a man! You're made for each other!" He slapped me again. "I'm not impotent. I just can't get hard for you. I was thinking about Zoe whenever I'm with you. We were fucking like rabbits in the room next door when you were trying out your wedding gown.

Roslyn went back to seat on the sofa; she’s tired of standing on one foot already. “Much better, the doctor did a great job”, said Roslyn. David nodded his head and said nothing afterward, they settled in an awkward silent, his lips parted like he was about to say somethin’ but nothin’ came out of his mouth. Roslyn sighed and spoke on their behalf. “We haven’t prayed as couples yet”. Her gaze remained on David waiting for ‘im to speak. “What do we need to pray for? We’re hardly a couple”, he ventured; he looked irritated hearing Roslyn say that but Roslyn wasn’t ready to let the topic die yet.

New groupies nodding in agreement behind her. Okay pride. Be ready to be swallowed, because I need a new way in. I take a breathe. "I am sorry, Melody. You asked one thing from me and I failed you. I'm sorry." I wasn't sure if it was the apology or my morning sickness making me queasy. "Well, you distracting him did work out in my favor. Brain and I are getting married." She wiggled her fingers and a large diamond sparkled in the light. I wondered what Jareth thought of this.

“And do you finally understand that you are nothing without my cock buried inside you? That you are just a worthless, empty shell until I decide to fill you up?” Tears welled in my eyes, not from sadness, but from the sheer, overwhelming truth of it. He was right. He had always been right. I was his creation, his ruin, his ultimate revenge. My value was now defined by his use of me. “Yes, sir,” I sobbed, the admission a final, crashing wave of surrender. “I am nothing without you.” My name is Margaret Calloway and this is my confession. Twenty years ago, I was married to Jared Kingsley. And I was never in love with him.

“If you could trust your wife, what you could have done would be, you tell her about it, tell her she can be with whoever she wants to be with, and she gets paid for being with you, y’all get your children later and just move on with shits, thats the easiest thing, and of course she’s going to agree, i assure you that bitch doesn’t like you at all, get broke for a second and she’s gone “. “Naa i cant trust Alice, i cant, and i dont know how Im gonna convince her to get a second wife. She’s already acting insecure and suspecting that Im dating another woman, she’s not gonna believe me” “Unless you can convince her about it, y’all sign some shits to give her assurance and stuff”. I nodded, “ye

' I scold myself. Kol on the other hand is wearing a black v neck short sleeved T-shirt which accentuate his buff abs, and a pair of loose blue jeans and hang from his hips in such a sexy manner. God my men are the hottest! My husbands! Mine all mine! Thing is, the girls don't know of our arrangement as in human laws, we are committing bigamy. We are all wearing our wedding bands so it's obvious we are all taken, but to each other is what they don't know.