Drunken Confessions Novels & Stories

"Of course, it happened. You think I would just wake up in the afternoon, to tell lies and makeup stories?" "It is starting to look that way Lauren; I mean don't you see the confusion on my face? It is written clearly that I'm confused.” "Go wash stinky face then.” "Lauren, what does kicking-a-bathroom-stall have anything to do with you calling Matt?" "Well sorry if I'm telling a detailed story.” "You were drunk, right Lauren?" "Of course, I was drunk Loretta, why do you think I turned back to kick a stall.” "I'm sure that ladies there thought you were insane.”

"We did not have sex. Nothing happened. I drugged her, but I used too much, and she became unconscious. Please. I promise you. Nothing happened." "And you think that I need to take your so-called confession serious. Do you think for one minute I shall believe you? I, my dear friend, I do not care to see you die today. The fact remains, she ran to your arms; I do believe she was in your arms. Or do I find myself wrong?"

I started, keeping my voice low and even, "was not a mistake. I am not in the habit of making them, drunk or otherwise. You don’t need to avoid the topic.” He froze. His breathing hitched, barely perceptible. He kept his gaze locked on the paper, but I saw the tell-tale flicker of fear in the set of his jaw. He was waiting for the apology. The retraction. The confirmation that he was, indeed, the fool who had acted on drunken desire. Fool. I thought, my chest aching with a tenderness I refused to name. He wasn’t afraid of a drunken mistake. He was shy. He was embarrassed by the raw, desperate depth of his need, which had matched—even exceeded—mine. He had thrown off his mask and confessed ev

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

My hand clenched into a fist against the armrest. “Damn,” I muttered, barely recognizing my own voice. I caught myself. I would not lose control. Not tonight. Not with her. But then she faltered. Her steps grew wobbly, her body swaying not from rhythm but from drink. The bottle had been too much. She steadied herself against the pole, blinking fast. That’s when I let out a smile. Drunken words were the truest confessions. Apart from torture, there was nothing that revealed a person’s core more than a loose tongue.

“Well, shit. That explains the suicidal plea. How bad was it, exactly?” “I don’t fucking know, I’ve been to pussy to listen to all of them,” I groan. “Fuck, can you picture it? Me, Markus Dragonetti, actually confessing feelings through drunk texts and goddamn voice notes at three in the morning.” Matteo whistles low, eyes widening further. “Voice notes? Holy shit, you didn’t just drunk text—you drunk confessed. You’re completely fucked, cousin.” “Yeah, no shit,” I grunt bitterly, lifting my head to glare at him. “You can see why the execution sounded appealing, can’t you?”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some revenge plans are sweet. Others burn hot enough to consume everyone involved. Tonight’s confession is about a young woman who seduced her father’s much older, extremely wealthy business partner as revenge… only to discover the fire she started was far more dangerous — and addictive — than she ever imagined. This one is forbidden, age-gap heavy, and full of messy, obsessive heat. Here is the confession of “Daddy’s Business Partner.”

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

I screamed into the air, my face slick with tears and sweat. He pounded harder, faster, the bed creaking under us. “Say it loud. Who’s my filthy fuck-hole forever?” “I’M YOUR FILTHY FUCK-HOLE FOREVER!” I yelled, my throat burning, my body shaking. And with every thrust, with every slam I was reminded over and over again of who I was now. Nothing more than his cum-rag. And this, this is my cum-stained confession. The END.

The moment I heard Tony admit the affair, my hand froze against my stomach, and my expression went still. Tony didn’t notice anything wrong. Instead, he continued to ramble on. “Jane works at a club. I was drunk that night we slept together. I didn’t expect that just once would get her pregnant.” He smiled faintly, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. “It was just an accident. Don’t worry. The one I love most is still you. No one can shake our relationship.”