Wet Confession Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ELEVEN -> AWAKENING So the new church doesn’t have a single nun in it but not to worry I have got my eyes on a bigger, curvy, perky fish. I gotta admit this exorcist nonsense is not as bad as I had imagined. I thought I wouldn’t be able to clap cheeks anymore but I think someone is digging my vibe. Well one thing is certain, if it works out, nothing and no one is going to mar it. Lets start today’s confession, shall we?

“I’ll be glad to do so.” With Nora’s instruction, one of her group boys caged me in between his arms, pinning me against the locker. Laughter filled the hallway as more people gathered around to witness the embarrassing moment, making me grip my books hard in front of my chest. At first, he slid his fingers through my arm up and down, as I closed my eyes and turned my head away from him. Then, he got even closer to me, and putting his mouth on the nep of my neck, he started kissing it. “Are you happy with this? Am I making you wet? I know you got a little tingle in between your legs, you horny slut? Want me to go further?”

I don't believe this bitch one bit. "Just look at you." I slid my fingers into her again, shoving them out. "You're wet. Just a bit of finger fuck and your pussy is soaked. Tell me you don't have a high libido now?" I quirked my brows, waiting for her to lie again. "No, Master. I...only go crazy when you touch me and even right now I want you to bend me over." She confessed, sniffing in her tears. I can feel my dick twitch at her words. Why is she talking dirty now?

He nodded subtly as if he was making a mental note of what he just saw. “As I was saying, everyone here has secrets that they're keeping from the world. Secrets that are so morally grim they're ready to take it to the grave. And one by one you all would start telling these secrets to every one standing in these glass cubes because a lot is at stake. Mind you, I know these secrets and you must tell it in it's originality, no sugar coating or forging, raw truth is what I ask of you. Today is not judgement day, it's the eve of judgement day... It's confession day. By the end of this confession you all would walk out of here different people, you would face your own demons and your own shadows,

“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—”

The mark of my betrayal. Gasps ripple through the air. Gerald’s is the loudest. “I need your confession,” he says, voice steady but trembling with the effort to stay calm. “Now.” And I break. Words spill from me like molten iron, searing everything they touch. I confess. Every lie, every act, every secret. The crowd’s whispers slice like knives, their gasps spreading like wildfire, feeding on my shame. But I keep speaking. I need to. It’s the only way I can beg for judgment; death or forgiveness.

I cursed under my breath as I was called in next. I heaved a sigh as I walked into the confession box,uninterested in the procedure. I made the sign of the cross soon as I sat "Bless me father for I have sinned, this is my first confession since I was in high school “ here are my sins”. I rolled my eyes,everyone was already judgy as fuck might as well make this interesting for the person behind this wall. “ I am addicted to p**n,I play with my vagina every fucking day,give myself mind racing orgasms which for a while now I have been wishing a particular someone can give me.

Reece motioned and I opened my confession. My heart thudded instantly as I recognized the handwriting. It was mine! I had gotten my own confession. My hands began to shake as it was all messed up. It would be obvious because it would sound too natural. I cleared my throat and glanced at everyone before reading. “Every time I pray with all my heart that Reece and Kaden would suddenly have their legs broken and amputated and lay on a hospital bed so they won’t be able to move.” I read, trying to sound monotone and I could see people folding their lips, trying not to laugh. The confession was funny in itself but laughing was like invoking the wrath of Reece and Kaden, and from the way they star

And they weren't finished yet. Raffaele didn't give her time to catch her breath. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, turned her around again, and placed her on her knees on the narrow confessional bench, her face pressed against the wooden grate. The habit was still bunched up at her waist, her ass sticking out, her pussy red, swollen, and dripping with his thick cum. "Second part of the confession," he murmured, his voice hoarse with renewed lust. His cock was already completely hard again, throbbing against her ass. "Now you're going to confess your dirtiest sins. While I fuck your ass."

“Are you a little slut that gets off on this? How would you like it if I have another confession?” “No more,” she cries out as he slides one thick finger past her swollen clit. Then, unconsciously, she opens her legs wider, allowing them access. Then he dips right into her, cursing at her tightness as he lets out a string of curses. “Such a good girl, you’re already so wet and tight, ready to be comin’ fah’ me.” His heavy Boston accent means he’s lost in need, especially when he slides two fingers even deeper inside of her from behind. She can’t believe just how wet she is as he suckles hard onto her neckline. “N-no...my mother’s coming Monday.”