Stories Confessions Novels & Stories

The dried wax that clung to the edge of my ribs. And the collar. I ran my fingers across it feeling not restrained, but claimed. Underneath the pillow, I found another card. Rest. Breathe. You're not broken. You're opened. When you're ready, write your next confession. There were no flowers. No demands. Just space. And the echo of everything we’d shared. Somewhere between heat and silence, I smiled. Because I wasn’t just a submissive anymore. I was a story unfolding. One confession at a time.

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

He paused and sighed deeply. “I’m really sorry for what I did. I admit I had been following you that night and got desperate. When I had my chance, I lied to my cousin and…” he squeezed his eyes shut for a second and whispered. “And drugged you, but I swear, I promised to leave you alone. Spending the night in jail and having my reputation ruined was enough. I have lost a lot of clients already. If only I had known Adam Knight was your friend,” he muttered, his voice regretful and failing.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

“I didn’t know your angle. I hoped if you chose to stay, you’d understand our emphasis on trust and consent. It seems you have.” My confession had been an open wound, and his response was a gentle balm. “I feel guilty,” I admitted, the words barely a whisper. “Part of me thinks I should kill the story. Part of me thinks I could write a piece that educates, that shows consent and safe words and aftercare. But part of me fears that any article will expose people and make them targets.”

David said nothing; he was clearly angry at Roslyn but he’d refused to say it. They continue to eat in silent until David opened his mouth to speak; “I want to tell you something but I worried you’ll not talk to me again.” Roslyn knitted her brow; she pondered why David said that. “Well, if ya think I’ll not speak with ya again, why bring it up?” she asked. “You can tell me anything David; only if it doesn’t have to do with you cheating on me.” she told him sincerely; David shakes his rapidly in denial. “Far from it, the last thing I’ll ever do is to cheat on my wife.” “Then what is it?” asked Roslyn good-naturedly. He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair and sighed. “It’s about Dave.” Ro

His jaw locked, his gaze smoldering. “I’d like to tell you a story,” I said, facing the crowd. “About a girl who lost everything because she trusted the wrong people. About a city that funded a project under the guise of rehabilitation, while innocent people were abused, silenced, and experimented on in facilities, no one was allowed to question.” Murmurs. Whispers. Carl moved closer. “You’re making a scene—” “I’m revealing a crime,” I interrupted. “Actually, several crimes, if you’d just let me finish, I’d let you decide if i am causing a scene after.”

“You know I didn't, I think it was wrong timing I mean Jade was trying to find out things about you, and the man was owing some dangerous people and so they killed him at that time and he obviously think it was us” “I know right, this is crazy sometimes I can't help but think that all of us would have made good friends if not for all these conflicts” I said to him “That's life” He sighed “Actually bro I have a confession to make” “What confession?” I asked staring at him “Uhhh….I'm not telling you, but I'll tell you on one condition” “Now you're getting me scared'' I muttered and leaned back on my seat looking at him, “I'm only going to tell you if you're able to win me on UNO card game”

Silence followed. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Dad! I caught Stacy fucking another guy when she was at college and I broke it off.” Connor’s face was a tortured mask. “Everyone makes mistakes…” his father lifted his hands in defense. Unbelievable. Troy was still defending the little bitch. “I just didn’t tell you because I was fucking heartbroken, okay? It took me a while to get over her. Now please, shut up and let Cassie explain.” Connor extended his hand to me, but I was reluctant to leave the safety of my father’s brawny arms.

And they want me to know they know. I grab my phone. Hands shaking. I should call Jamie. I should call Marcus. Hell, I should call the damn FBI. But all I do is stare at my screen, with the draft confession blinking back at me from my notes app. Suddenly the lies aren’t just lies anymore. They’re leverage. And I’m not the only one holding them.