Confessions Of A Shopaholic の小説・ストーリー

SOPHIA LANGFORD Nothing could be more embarrassing than this!! I bit my lips hard as I watched the shop attendant return all I'd shopped into the trolley to their respective places. First it was me spewing out the truth about my inability to afford a cup and now it's me telling them about a sudden debit which they might not even believe. Cold sweats trickled down my forehead as I dialed the bank manager's official line for the umpteenth time..

Her thighs were spread slightly, and a thick, milky white drop of my release was slowly oozing from her swollen pink slit, staining the dark sheets beneath her. She looked thoroughly ruined. Thoroughly taken. I leaned my hands on the edge of the mattress, my chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. I was thirty-two years old, an empire at my feet, yet I was letting a twenty-one-year-old girl reduce me to this. Every time I stepped into this room, my logic shattered. I told myself I was keeping her here to protect her from Beatrice, to keep her safe from Henderson’s reach until I dismantled their networks. But looking at the way her core twitched, still slick with my fluids, I knew I

Even so, their mocking laughs kept drifting in nonstop. "When was the last time she washed her hair? She smells like barbecue." "You really put in the work, Mr. Delaney. You'd even kiss a woman like that just to live-stream it for all of us!" "I'll bet 100 thousand dollars that everything she owns, including her underwear, doesn't add up to 50 dollars!" They were getting out of hand. Finally, Steven spoke up to stop them, yet the smugness in his tone was unmistakable. "Enough. She gave up Karnell for me, you know."

"This is part of your penance. To shed the layers, to reveal the truth of your desires, to be utterly vulnerable before God… and before me, His instrument. Do you truly wish for absolution, Sister Agnes? Do you truly wish to be cleansed of these 'filthy thoughts' you confessed?" His words were a silken trap, tightening around her. He was right. She had confessed. She had yearned. And now, the path to release, however terrifying, was being laid bare. Her fingers, trembling, went to the small, pearl buttons at her throat. Each one felt like a monumental effort, a betrayal of everything she had ever known. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the booth.

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

"How do you know my name?" "I know a great deal about you." He reached into his jacket and produced a folded document, then he set it on the coffee table without opening it. "I know you are twenty seven. I know you work three freelance contracts simultaneously to keep this shithole. I know Martha has been in St. Catherine's for eleven weeks now and you're just coming from the hospital.” He glanced at my direction. “I also know that the bill Dr. Amar gave you today is totally beyond your means." The floor felt unsteady. The man had just summarised my entire life.

"You're deflecting from the fact that you bought your fiancé two wedding-related gifts because you have a problem with commitment to single purchases." I set down the teaspoon. "Okay. Fine. Maybe I have a slight issue with decisiveness in retail environments. But in my defense…" "There's no defense. You bought two gifts. You're a gift hoarder." "I'm thorough." "You're a mess. A lovable mess, but a mess nonetheless." I looked down at the bags again. The notebook and the watch. They sat there looking innocent, like they hadn't just exposed my complete inability to do anything in moderation.

Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom? Olivia Pembrooke. I should probably confess to a priest in a town that no one recognizes me. I’m a sinner. I caught my reflection in the mirror, a sinner who looked…… Before the words could finish off in my head, a stall burst open. Immediately, a wave of panic drenched over me. Someone….someone was around. “My oh my!! Don’t you look freshly fucked” the woman’s voice cut through the air with a knowing smirk plastered on her face.

She spoke to the driver and he agreed and it was settled. First, we went shopping at the mall. Clothes, bags, shoes, make-up _ everything _ Ivy bought it all. She was a shopaholic. I forgot for a while and I rarely ever went with her in the past because I had to take care of Melody and I was broke. Even as time passed, no matter how many times I tried, I always felt guilty about shopping. Shopping was one of those things you couldn't stop once you started. I couldn't afford to have addictions or fantasies with Melody in my life. But that was so depressing that I chose to think that I didn't like shopping instead.