Drunken Confessions Novels & Stories

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

i don't know, but many talk to me, when am drunk, he also has always visited me, and tell everything, like everyone else, he assumed he was talking to wall, and just before he left, he begged me to not drink and stay sane till you come, and i waited and did not drink, and once i saw you i felt I had fulfilled my promise, so i drank, and here you are and i here, how i got here i don't know. TWO HEART THAT BONE AS ONE

Then she said, "You're just a freeloader living off me. What kind of life do you think you'll have without me? Come back right now, apologize to Jude and me, and we can still get married. Otherwise—" "I've had enough," I cut in. "Rachel... I saw everything that night." She froze. "What do you mean?" The pain in my chest eased a little. Calmly, I said, "I'd taken my medication, but I had a nightmare. I dreamed you left me, and no matter how hard I tried to call you back, you never turned around. "When I woke up, you weren't in bed. I found you and Jude in the living room... having sex on the couch I'd spent forever picking out."

The engine of Kane’s sleek black car purred softly as they sped away from the university campus, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. Lila sat straddling his lap in the driver’s seat, her burgundy dress bunched up around her waist, thighs trembling from the two loads of cum still leaking out of her well-fucked pussy. Kane’s large hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her into a bruising kiss while his other hand stayed buried between her legs, two thick fingers lazily pumping in and out of her creamy hole.

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

Shaking my head in frustration, I put my shoulder into the door and tried to push it closed, but he was fucking strong. He stepped into the door and put his foot against the bottom of it and his shoulder against the top of it. For the first time ever, a tingle of unease tightened my chest. “Daniel, what are you doing?” “I’m gonna make you lissen.” “I’m not listening to you when you’re drunk!” “I’m not drunk. I’m seeing things clearly.” His face was slack and his eyes were clouded. He wasn’t just drunk, he was gone. “I’m not having this conversation with you now!” I snarled through gritted teeth as I tried to push the door closed on him. “You’re going to be embarrassed about this tomorrow.”

“ What do you think you are doing ? “ asked Aron . “ Let go kid . “ said the drunk man in a red shirt , holding Amra’s hand . “ These girls are with us . “ said Noah grabbing the drunk man’s hand around Ayla’s shoulders . “ So what if they came with you ? We are at a pub . Go find some other girls . “ said the drunk man with a blue shirt hugging Ayla . The drunk men looked at Aron with an angry expression . “ Yeah ! You go find some other girls . They came with you but now they are ours . It’s rare to find such pretty , innocent looking girl . Get lost kiddo before I blacken your pretty faces . “ said the drunk man with a red shirt .

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

I whispered softly, unsure if I was calling him back to his senses or just trying to steady my own. He didn’t answer. His eyes were distant, almost lost in another world. I could feel the tremor in his hands, the weight of his emotions pressing down between us. I knew he wasn’t himself. He was drunk, vulnerable, unguarded. And I... didn’t know what to do. My mind told me to stop him. To say something. But my voice refused to leave my lips. I sat frozen, uncertain whether it was fear or confusion that held me still. "Please, Draken..." I said again, this time barely above a whisper. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out every other sound in the room. "Not like this."

15 ( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drunkard's life With her here, it will only get worse I'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salon And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too