La Confesion Novels & Stories

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.

she said calmly, “it will be revealed, and you will remain exiled. But if you speak the truth, the moon will reveal that as well.” I stared out at the sea and looked into the waters to see my distorted reflection. For a moment I felt fear, not fear of the truth, but fear of being judged. That maybe everything I would say was not going to be honest. But then I inhaled deeply. “I acknowledge my past,” I began, my voice steady. “I was exiled under false judgment, punished for a crime I did not commit. I stand before the sea and the moon and confess that I had no hand in the attack of Damien Blackthorne. I did not harm him. I did not conspire against him. I did not wish him death.”

As I lay softly on my bed, sleep was the least thing I could ever think of. I never thought confession would feel dangerous. Not until he leaned close, his warm breath brushing my ear as I knelt behind the screen. “Sister Elara,” he murmured, and the words sent a shiver through me I couldn’t hide. “You always smell like candle wax and temptation.” My fingers gripped the thin wooden lattice of the confessional like a lifeline, but my body betrayed me. Heat pooled low in my belly, every nerve alive, trembling under his voice.

“I’m yours! Ahhh—fuck, Nate, I’m yours!” The dirty words spilled from my lips without a second of hesitation. I didn't care about Derek. I didn't care about my marriage, my reputation, or the consequences waiting for me tomorrow. All that existed in the entire universe was the wall behind the bed frame violently crashing against the drywall and the wet, slapping sound of our skin colliding, and the absolute destruction Nate was wreaking upon my body. He let out a deep, chest-rumbling groan at my confession, his pace turning fast, frantic, and completely lethal.

“You have the right to remain silent...” -_- Leo Carper “Everything you asked for.” Detective Carper announced, throwing the pages of paper on the table in front of Ricardo Telly. It had only been a short amount of time since their last encounter, but he talked Officer Rhoades into writing the document while he gets on his cell phone and called the DA.

Karla's words dripped with disdain, each syllable a pointed accusation. Conrad's hand tightened around the blanket, his eyes rising to meet Karla's piercing gaze. "Karla, my sister is not to blame for this." Karla's anger flared, a tempestuous sea crashing against the shore. "Even now, you stand as her defender? Your loyalty to your sister knows no bounds." Hidden from view, Julia bore silent witness, her heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and empathy. "Conrad, your transformation has not elicited my contempt. Yet, rumors of your banishment from your father's home linger like a storm cloud," Karla probed, her voice laced with intrigue.

And I, pathetic, weak-willed sinner that I was, had a massive, undeniable crush on him. I made my way to the confessional, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. The small, wooden box felt like a coffin. I knelt on the hard kneeler, the smell of old wood and incense filling my nose, and slid the screen open. The little grille was a blur of black metal. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “It has been… three weeks since my last confession.”

His cock, still inside her, gave one last throb, releasing another drop of cum. “You are absolved… but only until tomorrow night. Tomorrow I want that ass again… and this time I’m going to record it. I want to film you on all fours on the altar, taking cock in both holes, screaming my name while you cum like the habit-wearing slut you are. And then I’ll watch it with you while I fuck you again.” Clara laughed softly, clenching her pussy around his cock and feeling the hot cum leak out. “Amen, Father… amen. I can hardly wait for the next confession.”

My hands shook as I pressed them together in prayer. After the ceremony, Sister Agatha touched my shoulder gently. “Father Lucian will hear your first confession this evening, child. Speak truthfully. God already knows your heart.” I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sister.” The confessional loomed at the back of the chapel, an ornate wooden booth carved with twisting vines and weeping angels. I slipped inside the penitent’s side, the kneeler creaking beneath my weight. The latticed screen separated me from the priest. I could smell incense, old wood, and a warm, masculine scent scandalwood and something deeper.