Confession

There are two versions of Confession. The difference is subtle, some people like one version over the other. I present both for you to come to your own conclusions.

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Confession 1

“Don’t talk. Just let me get this out,” she said in a halting voice, “I need to tell someone and I trust you.”

She imagined the person nodding their head. Thankfully they remained quiet. She had their attention. She took a second to compose her thoughts; a deep breath followed by a slow release.

“I haven’t told anyone this, ever,” she began, “I need to tell someone or I am going to burst.”

Nothing from the listener. Maybe this was going to be easy after all.

“Have you ever met someone and there was an instant connection? Like lightning in a bottle. It was like that. So instant. So pre-determined, I was swept up. Wait,” she willed herself to slow down, she took a breath, “I should start over.”

“I was having lunch with a girlfriend of mine. We were talking about nothing at all. He was by himself at a nearby table. I don’t remember what he was wearing. I just remember at some point during lunch looking over at him and our eyes met. I kept glancing at him for the rest of lunch; every time I did, he was looking back at me.   I swear I don’t even remember what we were talking about, I just remember him watching me. It was hypnotic. Like I was the only woman in the whole restaurant. We got up to pay our bill. While I left a tip, he walked up to me.”

Silence. Just talking was making her feel better and excited. She wished she could see their reaction. Were they shocked, bored, excited?

“All he said to me was his name was Allen. He wanted to know my name. That was all. No cheesy pickup line. He just wanted to know my name, but when he said that to me, it sounded like he wanted to know more. He was looking at me with such intensity. There was something between the two of us almost solid that I could touch. I wanted him to know more than just my name.

My girlfriend came back to the table. She wanted to know who he was. I don’t know what possessed me, but I told her his name was Allen and we were old high school friends. I don’t know why I lied and lied so quickly for someone I had never met, but I did. Allen put his hand on my back in a friendly way, but I swear to you, sparks jumped up and down my spine. I felt at ease. I wanted him so bad. I knew he wanted me.

My girlfriend was about to start asking questions when I blurted, since I hadn’t seen Allen in a while would she be okay if I stayed and had coffee with him. She looked at me like I had sprouted a second head. I didn’t do things like that. She took one look at Allen, then at me, shrugged her shoulders, and told me to call her if I needed anything. Said in a tone, should I get into trouble with Allen.”

The silence on the phone was deafening.

“She left. Before she got to her car, he looked at me, his hand still on my back and said if you want to talk sit. If you want to fuck come with me. I had to know. Just his hand on my back was driving me crazy. Looking into his eyes only made my desire larger. When I didn’t move towards the seat, he took my hand and led me to his car.

I know. I know. I know I shouldn’t have. It was crazy. I was in a relationship. I didn’t know anything about this man other than his name and this intense sexual connection. I’m not trying to absolve myself of anything…I’m…I’m just trying to explain that I had too.”

A tear welled up in the corner of her eye. She wiped it away and continued without any further pause.

“We got back to his place. There was nothing special about it, other than it had two floors. We had talked on the ride over. He knew my name and I wasn’t happy with my relationship.   He also knew, due to a wandering hand, I was wet. Very wet. Inside his place, he said if you want to talk, we stay down here. If you want to fuck, go upstairs. I headed straight for the stairs and into his bedroom.

I don’t remember anything special about his bedroom other than this feeling that sex. No, scratch that, fucking was in the air and this was the place. Going up the stairs, I could feel his eyes on my ass; I know that he was seeing me naked. It was so exciting to know for this moment, at least that moment I was wanted. It was so arousing.

With a simple hand on my back, he directed me onto his bed. We were still talking. I don’t know about what. I didn’t care about what. He was interested in me. He was also undressing me while talking to me. I never felt awkward. I never felt like I had to cover up my flaws. He got my skirt off. He got my blouse off. He got my bra off. His hands roaming up and down my body like it was his to explore as he desired. He never took his eyes off of me the whole time that he talked and undressed me. He never stared or made me feel like an object. He made me feel wanted. He made me feel needed.

By the time he got my panties off, I was ready to fuck him. Even if the place suddenly caught fire, I was going to fuck him. I made a move towards his pants, but he moved aside and gently pushed me on my back. Before I knew what had happened, he was between my thighs. His face up against my pussy. I could feel his hot breath. I could feel his tongue on my pussy. I hadn’t been eaten out in a long time. It was the most wonderful, sexual thing he could’ve done. He wasn’t trying to fuck me, he was giving me pleasure. His clothes were still on. When he slid a finger inside me, I almost came right there. I don’t know how long he went down on me, I didn’t care. I came at least four times. I was out of breath when he stopped. I don’t remember him taking off his clothes.

I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. He sat up. I looked down, he was hard. When I looked up, he was looking at me. I never felt so wanted in all of my life. I reached down and pulled him into me. I can’t tell you how if felt when he entered me. I was too exhausted to come, but I thought I would again. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave me. I don’t know why, but for a brief moment I was worried he was going to be like my boyfriend and it would be over in under five minutes, but it was obvious from the first thrust that he was going to take his time and enjoy me.

I know that sounds wrong, but I was glad he was enjoying me. All of me. He took his time sliding his cock in and out of me. His mouth devoured my lips and both of my breasts. He kissed with passion. Not kissed like he had to, but he wanted to. He took his time. Slowly, but building the pace, steady thrusting with confidence. He knew his body. He knew mine. I don’t know how, but he knew how to play my body.

He rested his head next to my ear and asked where I wanted him to come. It was so sensual. Yet it made me remember my boyfriend. I don’t know why, but it did. I told him not like this. He didn’t hesitate, he pulled out and sat back on his ankles. I think if nothing else had happened, he would’ve been fine. I leaned forward and put his cock into my mouth. His cock was hard and wet. It was the best time I have ever had giving a blowjob. I tried to please him with my mouth as much as he had with his mouth. His hand went to the back of my head, not forcefully either. I licked, sucked, and caressed his cock with my tongue. Within a few minutes, I felt his cock getting harder and his balls contract; he let out a moan and came in my mouth. I swallowed him and continued to suck on his cock until he pulled out of my mouth.

We laid there touching each other, talking until my phone rang. It was my girlfriend; she wanted to know if I was okay. I noticed that I had missed four calls from my boyfriend. I told her better than okay. I would meet her in an hour for dinner.   By the time I got off the phone, Allen was dressed. Dressed we went back to his car. He drove me to meet my girlfriend for dinner. He kissed my goodbye and drove off.”

Silence.

She hung up the phone. She felt relieved and less burdened.

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Confession 2

“Don’t talk. Just let me get this out,” she said in a halting voice, “I need to tell someone and I trust you. I haven’t told anyone this, ever,” she began, “I need to tell someone or I am going to burst. Have you ever met someone and there was an instant connection? Like lightning in a bottle. It was like that. So instant. So pre-determined, I was swept up. Wait,” she willed herself to slow down, she took a breath, “I should start over.”

“I was having lunch with a girlfriend of mine. We were talking about nothing at all. He was by himself at a nearby table. I don’t remember what he was wearing. I just remember at some point during lunch looking over at him and our eyes met. I kept glancing at him for the rest of lunch; every time I did, he was looking back at me.   I swear I don’t even remember what we were talking about, I just remember him watching me. It was hypnotic. Like I was the only woman in the whole restaurant. We got up to pay our bill. While I left a tip, he walked up to me.”

“All he said to me was his name was Allen. He wanted to know my name. That was all. No cheesy pickup line. He just wanted to know my name, but when he said that to me, it sounded like he wanted to know more. He was looking at me with such intensity. There was something between the two of us almost solid that I could touch. I wanted him to know more than just my name.

My girlfriend came back to the table. She wanted to know who he was. I don’t know what possessed me, but I told her his name was Allen and we were old high school friends. I don’t know why I lied and lied so quickly for someone I had never met, but I did. Allen put his hand on my back in a friendly way, but I swear to you, sparks jumped up and down my spine. I felt at ease. I wanted him so bad. I knew he wanted me.

My girlfriend was about to start asking questions when I blurted, since I hadn’t seen Allen in a while would she be okay if I stayed and had coffee with him. She looked at me like I had sprouted a second head. I didn’t do things like that. She took one look at Allen, then at me, shrugged her shoulders, and told me to call her if I needed anything. Said in a tone, should I get into trouble with Allen.”

“She left. Before she got to her car, he looked at me, his hand still on my back and said if you want to talk sit. If you want to fuck come with me. I had to know. Just his hand on my back was driving me crazy. Looking into his eyes only made my desire larger. When I didn’t move towards the seat, he took my hand and led me to his car.

I know. I know. I know I shouldn’t have. It was crazy. I was in a relationship. I didn’t know anything about this man other than his name and this intense sexual connection. I’m not trying to absolve myself of anything…I’m…I’m just trying to explain that I had too.”

A tear welled up in the corner of her eye. She wiped it away and continued without any further pause.

“We got back to his place. There was nothing special about it, other than it had two floors. We had talked on the ride over. He knew my name and I wasn’t happy with my relationship.   He also knew, due to a wandering hand, I was wet. Very wet. Inside his place, he said if you want to talk, we stay down here. If you want to fuck, go upstairs. I headed straight for the stairs and into his bedroom.

I don’t remember anything special about his bedroom other than this feeling that sex. No, scratch that, fucking was in the air and this was the place. Going up the stairs, I could feel his eyes on my ass; I know that he was seeing me naked. It was so exciting to know for this moment, at least that moment I was wanted. It was so arousing.

With a simple hand on my back, he directed me onto his bed. We were still talking. I don’t know about what. I didn’t care about what. He was interested in me. He was also undressing me while talking to me. I never felt awkward. I never felt like I had to cover up my flaws. He got my skirt off. He got my blouse off. He got my bra off. His hands roaming up and down my body like it was his to explore as he desired. He never took his eyes off of me the whole time that he talked and undressed me. He never stared or made me feel like an object. He made me feel wanted. He made me feel needed.

By the time he got my panties off, I was ready to fuck him. Even if the place suddenly caught fire, I was going to fuck him. I made a move towards his pants, but he moved aside and gently pushed me on my back. Before I knew what had happened, he was between my thighs. His face up against my pussy. I could feel his hot breath. I could feel his tongue on my pussy. I hadn’t been eaten out in a long time. It was the most wonderful, sexual thing he could’ve done. He wasn’t trying to fuck me, he was giving me pleasure. His clothes were still on. When he slid a finger inside me, I almost came right there. I don’t know how long he went down on me, I didn’t care. I came at least four times. I was out of breath when he stopped. I don’t remember him taking off his clothes.

I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. He sat up. I looked down, he was hard. When I looked up, he was looking at me. I never felt so wanted in all of my life. I reached down and pulled him into me. I can’t tell you how if felt when he entered me. I was too exhausted to come, but I thought I would again. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave me. I don’t know why, but for a brief moment I was worried he was going to be like my boyfriend and it would be over in under five minutes, but it was obvious from the first thrust that he was going to take his time and enjoy me.

I know that sounds wrong, but I was glad he was enjoying me. All of me. He took his time sliding his cock in and out of me. His mouth devoured my lips and both of my breasts. He kissed with passion. Not kissed like he had to, but he wanted to. He took his time. Slowly, but building the pace, steady thrusting with confidence. He knew his body. He knew mine. I don’t know how, but he knew how to play my body.

He rested his head next to my ear and asked where I wanted him to come. It was so sensual. Yet it made me remember my boyfriend. I don’t know why, but it did. I told him not like this. He didn’t hesitate, he pulled out and sat back on his ankles. I think if nothing else had happened, he would’ve been fine. I leaned forward and put his cock into my mouth. His cock was hard and wet. It was the best time I have ever had giving a blowjob. I tried to please him with my mouth as much as he had with his mouth. His hand went to the back of my head, not forcefully either. I licked, sucked, and caressed his cock with my tongue. Within a few minutes, I felt his cock getting harder and his balls contract; he let out a moan and came in my mouth. I swallowed him and continued to suck on his cock until he pulled out of my mouth.

We laid there touching each other, talking until my phone rang. It was my girlfriend; she wanted to know if I was okay. I noticed that I had missed four calls from my boyfriend. I told her better than okay. I would meet her in an hour for dinner.   By the time I got off the phone, Allen was dressed. Dressed we went back to his car. He drove me to meet my girlfriend for dinner. He kissed my goodbye and drove off.”

Silence.

She felt relieved and less burdened.

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