La Confesion Novels & Stories

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 confessional booth loomed ahead, the door ajar, a single candle burning inside. I stepped in. Kneeled. The screen was empty. I waited. Minutes stretched. My breathing grew shallow. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat. I pressed my thighs together trying to ease the ache but only made it worse. Wetness gathered trickling down my inner thighs. I bit my lip tasting blood. Then footsteps. The other side of the screen darkened. A shadow settled. His voice came through the lattice low and rough with congestion. “Bless me Father for I have sinned.”

I'm so lucky that I already reviewed all of the questions here that have been written in my notes. After the examination for this morning, I saw Wave and his friends waiting for me outside. They're talking about something. "Are you eating your lunch with Wave and his friends?" Leila asked while putting her things inside her bag. "Yes, you want to come with us?" "Sure. By the way, I like one of his friends." She giggled and looked at Wave's friend that she's talking about. It's Green Louis with the black piercing. He's talking to my handsome boyfriend and seems like they are very happy.

You can imagine the way the pastor would feel when he spoke about confession. “I have allowed the flesh to rule me and slept with my many including, em, em, I mean my, my maids,” Barry said stuttering and breaking out weeping uncontrollably. “What! Unbelievable!” the pastor exclaimed in utmost shock and disdain. “I how could you, a deacon in the church. One of the most respected deacons in the church. This is disheartening, unacceptable, and outrageous. You have violated morality, decency.” The pastor was indignant and stood up, pacing up and down. Barry looked at me, with eyes red, disturbed, and confused. I held his hands assumingly and never utter a word.

For some reason, he asked Alvaro about his confusion. He even started to pull Alvaro onto his lap. Until they both looked at Dean's grave, "Confused?" Alvaro raised one eyebrow. "Often, uh, but confused in what sense first?" Kean thought for a moment. "I don't know, the point is that after they appeared and approached, The confusion was so great, it suddenly hit me." After saying that, Kean chuckled. It seemed unconscious, making Alvaro flinch. In that instant, Alvaro knew he had guessed wrong. Now, Kean was not calm.

Alexis said with a finality tone. Alexis brought out her phone, and she opened the recording app on her phone, she put the phone on the table, and she sat down and was listening, she even support her chin with her palm, the Assassins sensed that they are at Alexis mercy, and confession is what might gave them a chance to be alive, they all began to say all they know, they even confess to all their crimes, they even gave Alexis the location of the recording they have while the attacked came to sent them off after her.

I whispered but made sure he heard. Just as we were about to leave, I heard his voice. “Wait, if I confess I will be saved?” Eduardo asked and I nodded vehemently. “Stupid! What do you take me for, a fool?” he asked angrily again. “You think I don't know of your plans? You just need me to confess so you will file a case. How will I be saved after confessing that I killed your family alongside Tristan,” Eduardo rambled angrily. “Thank you for confessing,” I said with a smirk as we walked out of the room. Eduardo hadn’t realized when he said those words, knowing how frustrated he was I decided to play my cards well and fortunately it worked.

Evelyn starts, her face turning pale before hardening into immediate fury as she steps forward. "What? But it's the truth…" I spin around to face her, completely cutting her off. I let out a breath, my fists clenched so tightly at my sides that my short fingernails cut deep, painful half-moons into my palms. Staying here for the rest of the holiday break will completely destroy whatever pieces of my sanity I have left. The confidence will just keep chipping away until nothing remains but a hollow shell. "I'm done," I whisper, my voice suddenly dropping into a deadly, freezing quiet that makes Vanessa take a step back.

I reiterated, smiling. As if my admission made him all the more feverish, he grabs my thigh signalling he would cum any moment, that I must not stop but I insist to keep going with my feet. I watch the tip of his cock swell between my toes, turning me on all the more, my juices flowing as I watched him as if a second orgasm was on the way. I blurt another confession, “You know? When Amy told me that you were going to the mountains together, I slipped into my bed, put my hand in my pants and started touching myself, all of the delicate folds and crevices, thinking about you.”

I felt trapped and scared. "Yes," I whispered into the blackness. "I'll confess." "Begin." The command echoed around me. "I... I had sex with Brad this afternoon," I started, my voice trembling. "In my bedroom. My mother caught us and—" I felt my face burn with shame. "That is not a confession, Jenna!" he roared, and the room seemed to shake with his anger. "That is a report! Real confession comes from the heart! It is cinematic! You must describe the sin so I can feel the weight of it! Tell me exactly how you fell into the darkness!" My stomach twisted as his voice grew louder.