Wet Confession Novels & Stories

“Confess everything to Him.” “I confess I’m a whore for my priest!” I cried out, voice echoing through the sacred space. “I confess I renounced my vows the moment you touched me. I confess I want nothing more than to be your pregnant breeding toy. Please, Daddy… fill me again. Knock me up on God’s altar!” His thrusts grew feral. The wet, obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass filled the chapel. He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to mark me.

He caged me in and spoke above my lips. "Confess." He licked the seam of my mouth, his fingers diving between my legs, spreading the wetness around. "My slut is always so wet for daddy, isn't she?" I moaned as he dipped a finger inside my entrance. "Sorry daddy, I haven't sinned, but I do have a confession to make." He was rubbing his pant clad erection against me. A new flood of heat dripped down from between my legs. "I c-can't confess if you d-do that." I let loose a loud moan when he grinded against my clit.

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 texted back He replied immediately, “ That’s not the problem, I can see myself masturbating to the video right now, rubbing your clit and sucking on those pink clit.” “ Then what’s the problem? Is it still about you waiting for the wedding night? We can just do it now there is not much difference, come fuck me like your little bitch.” I texted back “ Hmm… Melanie, I think you got this misunderstood, you sent it to the wrong brother.” I gazed at the contact saved and dropped my phone on the floor. Shit shit shit!!!

No amount of prayer or guilt was going to fix this. I pressed the heel of my hand between my legs over my panties and let out a shaky breath. The pressure felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough except him. I whispered into the quiet room, voice hoarse and desperate. “God… I need him so bad.” The words hung in the air like a confession and a prayer at the same time. I didn’t take them back. I couldn’t.

Slick sounds filled the quiet chamber—wet, obscene, desperate. “I confess,” she gasped, voice trembling. “I confess… I want him. I want Kaelen. I want my best friend’s father to fuck me. I want him to ruin me.” The confession spilled from her lips like a dam breaking. Relief and shame crashed over her in equal measure. She sank to her knees on the rug, gown pooling around her hips, thighs spread wide as she fucked herself with two slick fingers. Her other hand pinched and rolled her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her throbbing clit.

“I brought you back to save you from the world’s corruption, not to watch you throw yourself into it.” We broke up with no agreement. His words hung in the air like smoke, fogging my mind as I went about my work. I heard confessions that morning, offering absolution to sins that seemed trivial compared to the ones we committed in the tunnels. A lay employee confessed to theft. A beginner confessed to unclean thoughts. I said the usual words, but my mind was elsewhere. On Caterina’s soft gasps in the dark. On the chained book that contained centuries of deception.

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

I braced my hands on his shoulders and lifted almost off him, then sank back down in a long wet slide. The confessional creaked under the movement. I set a steady rhythm, rising and falling, feeling every inch stretch me open on the way down. His hands returned to my hips and guided the pace, not rushing, just deep and controlled. “Talk to me while I fuck you,” I said, voice low and rough. “Tell me how filthy this is. Tell me what you are thinking with your cock in my pussy right here where people come to confess.”

The conference room was packed with doctors from every department, each one poised for the case review. I cleared my throat, started up the prepared PowerPoint, and began. "This case is for Jason Hamilton, male, five years old. He was first diagnosed at age three and has been on dialysis for two years now..." As I spoke, murmurs started among the crowd. I turned to the large screen behind me, realizing something was wrong. To my horror, my patient report was swapped out for a presentation called "Confession of an Affair”.