Telugu Sex Confessions Novels & Stories

Two thrusts later and he climaxes himself. We end up panting. We are on top of each other with our bodies sweaty and our breathing ragged. My body falls against his and my face rests against his shoulder. "I can be an idiot sometimes," I confess then. I don't know if it's because of the drinks I've had, or maybe because sex gives me a strange sense of confidence with Levi. But right now I feel like I can be honest with him. "I can be too," Levi admits between whispers. His fingers start a trail up my back. It tickles.

"Why did you think I never told anyone? Why do you think I encouraged my parents to forget about the whole issue? Why did you think I never wanted to tell you? Do you think I enjoy having sex with different sex workers- "Bethel if I talk, they will release my tape to the internet and it will go viral! My nightmare will be out there for everyone to see! Look at me, I can't choose who I sleep with! I can't have a relationship because of my crazy sex appetite! I can't stay a few days without the hunger crawling all over my body! I drown myself in pills! I can't do a thing....!" His expression was pained, each word emphasize rage. Bethel moved into him so he will hold her. He got the message and

I can't help breaking down. However, I take a grip on myself, breathing heavily. "The entire story I told him was a lie. Because I did it. I tried to sexually violate Christian Scott", I confess, releasing a deep breath that I was holding ever since I landed here. I can hear some people whispering and rambling but I don't understand what they are saying. They must be gossiping about me and my confession.

“I did a bad thing, El.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of bad thing? Illegal bad? Or ‘I bought another pair of Louboutins I can’t afford’ bad?” “Sex bad,” she whispered. I blinked. “Sex bad?” “Catastrophically bad sex. I mean—the sex was good. The sex was… God, we’ll get to that. But the person I had sex with?” She put her face in her hands. “It’s a disaster. It’s a conflict of interest. It’s practically treason.”

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

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.

“Is that what you are now? All serious businessman and daddy’s company?” “I work at his company, yes, but I am still the guy who knocked up a girl at a party because I was too drunk to remember a condom.” He smiled at me on that one and my stomach flipped. I am sure that was the morning sickness. I’ll say that is what is was. “Are you going to also need prep time for that conversation?” “Yes I am. It’s your turn though. Tell me about how you grew up.”

“It’s been… it’s been one week since my last confession.” “What do you wish to confess?” His voice was calm. I squeezed my hands together. “I… I’ve been struggling with thoughts.” “What kind of thoughts?” Heat crawled up my neck. “Bad ones.” “Be specific.” His voice sharpened. “What thoughts?” I swallowed hard. “I… touched myself.” The words felt filthy out loud. Silence. I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me. Then— “And what did you think of when you did it?” My entire body went stiff. My heart slammed. “F-Father—”

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

In that moment of vulnerability, the beautiful woman felt a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through her veins. Fear and desire intertwined in a tumultuous dance, each vying for dominance over her trembling form. Summoning her courage, she drew in a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession that lay ahead. "Father," Lara whispered, her voice barely audible above the hushed stillness of the room. In the darkness beyond the screen, she could sense his presence. Granger. Silent witness to her innermost thoughts and desires. It was a dangerous game they played, this ritual of confession, a dance of temptation and absolution that threatened to consume them both.