Wild Confession Novels & Stories

"I couldn't let him stand up there and say those things. Because once they were said, they couldn't be unsaid. Even if no one believed him at first, the words would be out there. Floating around. Waiting to be believed later, when the conditions were right. A seed. And I don't leave seeds lying around, Alice. You should know that by now." I felt the cold in my chest deepen. Not the analytical cold of the pathology lab. This was something else. Something that reached past my training, past my composure, past every defense mechanism I had spent thirty-odd years constructing. Because I understood now. I understood what had happened in that hotel room between ten o'clock and ten-thirty at night.

He drove deep, hips jerking, and came with a low, broken groan, flooding her while her cunt still fluttered around him. They collapsed sideways in a tangled heap across the quilts, the lantern light trembling with every gust of wind that hit the cabin. Wren’s head rested on Callum’s chest. Eli’s arm was locked around her waist from behind. Outside the snow kept falling in heavy, soundless sheets. The road remained gone. The world beyond the trees no longer existed. Callum’s voice, when it finally came, was barely audible above the storm. “We can’t pretend this was only the wine.”

“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.

Every instinct screamed at me to destroy the evidence, to erase it, to pretend it never existed but the truth demanded acknowledgment, and I couldn’t deny it neither can I hide from it. When I finally spoke, it was a whisper to the empty room, a confession to no one but myself. “It wasn’t an accident,” I said. The words tasted like ash, they hovered in the air, heavy and bitter. I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples. My fingers clenched the letter until it was crumpled, the edges cut into my palms, sharp reminders that reality was physical, and relentless.

“You’re all I need, Aiden.” “But you’re shaking,” He said worriedly. I bit my lower lip. Despite the little flames crawling inside my body, burning me whole, I was shaking. I gripped harder on his shoulders, perhaps blushing as my lips curved into a sheepish smile. “I have a confession to make.” I swallowed hard; my core was wet as I felt his hard manhood. “Confession…” He grinned, lowering his head and hovering his lips on my ear. “Better confess everything, Baby, because I’ll surely punish you today if I find out you misbehave.”

Except. I remembered the stairway. Jareth balls deep when the door opened. How close had he been? I heard him curse against my neck. Did he cum right when we were found? This can't happen. I wanted nothing to do with those sociopaths! I sat patiently in the student health room. I twiddled my thumbs and looked at the posters. One advertied free co doms. Too late. Another reminded you to be up on your vaccineces and pictured an older nurse. She looked like my grandmother. What would she say to me?

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.

"You can't possibly do that. What about school?" "I don't care as long as you learn that your confessions are non-negotiable." "You're fucking crazy." I shoved his chest, but he didn't move an inch. He leaned into me. "Tell me the truth dorogoy. What are you really afraid of? Are you afraid that you don't like it or is it that you're afraid that you like it too much? That it makes you wet?" I gaped at him. "You're delusional." I tipped my chin and straightened my back. I didn't falter as I took determined steps towards his confession room.

Vivienne sat with the confession for a long, heavy moment, fury and something more complicated tangling together in her chest. “You could have stopped it,” she said finally, voice tight. “You had proof. You had thirty years to come forward properly, through the right channels, instead of anonymously dropping a folder and disappearing.” “I know.” Elizabeth’s tears fell freely now. “I was afraid, Ms. Kingston. Afraid of Marcus, afraid of losing everything I’d built since then, afraid of what it would mean to finally admit I’d been part of something so monstrous, even unknowingly at first.” She wiped roughly at her face. “I am telling you everything now because I can’t carry it any longer. Beca

My heart fainted. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. The backs of my eyes burned, a tightness taking over my chest as I realized how it happened. He, whom I did not want, did this to me so despicably. Was the betrayal he committed nine years ago not enough to torment me? Maven looked at me fixedly and sharply. "I want you." "We just met after nine years." "Oh, you don't know about that." "What do you mean?"I paused. My heart hammered loudly inside my chest. "And like this? Putting something in my drink and taking my virginity unknowingly? You're still such an asshole, Maven."