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.

Then, a voice—deep, steady, with the kind of authority that scraped down my spine. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered. “How long since your last confession?” he asked. I smiled to myself. That voice. It didn’t sound bored. It didn’t sound old. It sounded young. Strong. Like it still believed in rules. That made it better. “A few minutes,” I said softly. “Depending on your definition of sin.” He paused. “What are you here to confess?” “That I think about fucking during Mass,” I said. “A lot.”

he'd taken vows after a personal tragedy, but tonight, I needed to unburden mine. The confessional was dim, lit only by a single candle. I knelt in the booth, the wooden kneeler biting into my knees through my skirt. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I started, voice trembling. "It's been months since my last confession." "Speak freely, child," his voice came through the lattice, warm and steady, with a faint accent that made my stomach flutter. Frednand. Even his name felt forbidden.

The room seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for Selena to unveil the intricacies of the situation that had been weighing on her heart. Selena's voice was tinged with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability as she confirmed, "Yes, he does." Her words were a confession, a testament to her willingness to face the challenges that had arisen between her and Levi. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of her emotions, each heartbeat a reflection of the doubts and fears that had taken hold of her.

I replied and hugged them both. Once the church had died down and I saw Father Daniels go into the confessional booth, I headed into the other side of it. Although I was hidden, I knew he would recognise my voice straight away. "Bless me, Father," I whispered nervously, "It has been eight months since my last confession." He spoke from the bible and made the sign of the cross before continuing. "What would you like to confess, my child?" He asked. Oh god, please forgive me. "I have been indulgent in... lust." I admitted.