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  • — Gross —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 45

    One night while at community college I found a vibrator on the floor in my toilet stall. I was alone in the bathroom. Even when I wasn't looking at it I kept thinking about it. After I was done with my business I put it in my purse. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do with it. Lost and found, toss it, wash it or...

    The whole time I was in my night class I kept thinking about it. What kind of woman keeps a vibrator in her purse? What kind of young woman even owns one? I mostly assumed it fell out of her purse, but what if it didn't? Did she almost get caught? My mind was buzzing so much over it I couldn't learn anything. When class was over I searched for the right bathroom. I dared not use one near my class or the one I found it in.

    Once inside I went straight into the stall and got busy with it. As a nursing student, I knew I should have washed it first, but using it while dirty made me feel like I was having sex with it's last owner. The arousal was too strong and I couldn't help myself. In the dim stall I couldn't figure out how to turn it on so I just used it like a dildo. It didn't matter to me. I was terrified of someone hearing it and catching me. I wondered if the last owner was used it like me to keep from getting caught.

    After I was done I washed it in the sink. I washed it even more when I got home. I still can't believe I did something that gross. I still have it. It was my first vibrator and, because of how I found it, it is still my gross and guilty favorite

    #42971 — Comments (0) — Jan 11, 2019 at 9:26 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 53

    During those early teen years most of us were latchkey kids. We let friends in, and we let the mailman in, or the repairman. One of the men that came by to check up on me was a tailor who had a shop on the corner. He was a foreigner with a heavy accent. He liked me and liked to play with my penis. Playing with his hands, long sucking, running his tongue from the base to the tip. We didn't talk very much, just enjoyed every minute of it.

    After spending twenty minutes or so he would pat my face and he would go back to his shop. As I look back those days were so good. Yes a secret but never a regret.

    #42969 — Comments (0) — Jan 11, 2019 at 5:43 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 19

    I am having a confidence crisis. I don't believe anyone any more. My mother wants a grandchild, my father wants a degree, my boyfriend will not get married, better dead. No won is pleased, including me.

    #42968 — Comments (2) — Jan 11, 2019 at 2:43 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 48

    Once upon a time I was single and focused on school. This day or night really I was taken by a fellow student and I woke up with him. I didn't cry in front of him, but I did breakdown after he left the house I was in. A girl came into the room to find out what was wrong and she sat with me until I was able to compose myself. I found my purse, she helped me get my stuff and she walked back to campus with me. After making sure I was back in my dorm she gave a hug and told me to call her if I wanted to talk.

    Right before the end of the semester she looked me up. We went for coffee and a doughnut. She became my best friend and we are friends today. We were in our mid twenties nursing new babies and she suggested we swap. Giving her my baby to nurse was extremely emotional, and letting her baby nurse from me was equally emotional. It was a one time thing but the feelings of closeness never went away.

    Her daughter is now married to my son. I believe that day when we cross nursed them their souls came together.

    #42956 — Comments (0) — Jan 10, 2019 at 4:21 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Male / 18

    I have been going to a therapist for a while now but I don't seem to get anything out of it. My problem is that I don't feel that I was born right. From the earliest time in my life I have always felt that I was born a boy. Sure there are lots of articles out there about this and there are some who believe that the thing to do is cut your tits off and have a dick attached and your vagina sewed shut and that will fix it. But that doesn't fix anything. I don't want to have a dick, I am already a boy.

    I look in the mirror and I do not have a problem with what I see. The girl in the mirror does not make me feel bad, she doesn't get in the way of my life, frankly she is well proportioned and in a girl sort of way quite pretty. The girl in the mirror has never wanted to be sexual with another girl. But I suppose that everyone appreciates pretty girls so if I look at a pretty girl I am no different than anyone else looking at a pretty girl. The girl in the mirror is a pretty girl to me.

    When I take the girl in the mirror shopping I want her to have the best, I want her to dress up, to be the prettiest girl around. I never dressed her up so she looked like some homeless creature, I dressed her up the nicest, softest, most elegant girl at school. For Christmas or for her birthday I always asked for the best makeup, best clothes and I ask my mother take her to buy pretty things to wear next to her skin. When I dress her in the morning I want her to look pretty, from the moment she steps out of the shower, with the prettiest of nice things against her skin, to the prettiest of clothes. She has always been a pretty girl and I like dressing her that way. If I am in love with a girl, it is her.

    My boy life has always been a bit of a problem because no one takes me seriously as a boy, I feel ignored. It is hard, they see the girl in the mirror. As I tell my therapist I do not want a dick, get it. No dick. I do not want to fuck anyone. But that does not mean that I want a dick either, in that way. I don't want a dick close to me, I am not gay.

    The girl in the mirror has several close friends, she has a nice social life, she makes good grades. It is maybe just one of those things that all of her friends are pretty girls who like being pretty girls. I don't want to be shallow about her but truthfully there are so many girls that are just not pretty or just don't want to be pretty and it is bad enough that she has to be around girls that aren't pretty.

    So to get back to my therapist, he can't see what I see. Somehow things got screwed up and I have to take care of the girl in the mirror. He wants the girl in the mirror to be me. I love her, and I would never want to hurt her, I want her to have the nicest life possible. I take care of her, maybe spoil her. But I will be honest, the idea of having her close to another boy is just something I can't let her do.

    #42952 — Comments (0) — Jan 10, 2019 at 9:21 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Straight Female / 28

    I am 28 and I have a degree in the Sciences and I work in research for a large corporation. I like my job. But that is the not why I am writing. My problem is that I am unable to walk away from him. I have tried so many times that I have given up. He is the husband of my mother's best friend. He gave me my first man kiss, he gave me my first man hug at the same time. There is a huge difference between a man kiss and hug and any general ordinary kiss or hug. He shook me up and had sex with me soon after. When he was hugging me having sex with me after it was like the most normal thing in the world, hugs and kisses, pressing me against him and then having sex what can be more normal than that. Maybe I am making it up in my head but I had sex with him too, I am sure I had sex with him too.

    Go on for all the years since then, I have had sex with him, I have been kissed by him, hugged by him, held by him, loved by him, you name it. My mother had a scare which fortunately turned out to be benign. I went to see my mother because she needed emotional support. This was last weekend. He came with his wife and he took me into his arms right there in the living room and gave me this enormous man hug and long, long man kiss. I just did what always happens, I lost my ability to resist and he held me in his arms for so long telling me that I was his girl and he just wanted to hug me right then.

    Later I apologized to my mother and she asked me why I was always apologizing I had been his girl forever and was always going to be his girl, if I loved him I loved him and who should tell me not to love him. I was very confused. I stayed in town that weekend and the four of us went out to dinner. He didn't come see me to be with me until the next morning and we had sex in my mother's house for the first time. He took me out to a brunch afterwards and when I got home and got ready to leave to go back to work she pushed a broach into my hand and told me it was my grandmothers. As she held my hand she told me to love him and stop beating myself up.

    I am home now and I keep thinking of all those times I had sex with him when I was a girl and my mother has to have known. My secret was never a secret except to myself.

    #42950 — Comments (0) — Jan 10, 2019 at 8:23 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Male / 40

    I can't be gay; I just can't. I mean it's impossible. I don't suck dick but, I do like to hold them in my mouth until the swelling goes down.

    #42947 — Comments (0) — Jan 10, 2019 at 12:00 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 23

    I suspect something might be going on between my mother and my brother her son, when I am at home in hot weather I don't wear and under wear at all it makes me feel free and good and horney, I have noticed my brother and my uncle at times trying to look up my skirt that's normal my brother has flirted with me I know he would like to fuck me,
    I have suggested to my mum to go without underwear at home in hot weather but she said no it was out of the question it would be decent, recently my brother started a new job working away for a month at a time, when he is back home mum fussed over him a lot the first day, I noticed mum was wearing tight shorts when she was bending I couldn't see her panties plus she didn't have a bra on her nipples were preluding my brothers eyes were all over her body, I was a bit jealous, maybe ime totally wrong.

    #42939 — Comments (0) — Jan 9, 2019 at 10:38 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Sex Confessions —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 29

    I grew up on a farm and from the earliest memories my lady parts tingled and got wet watching the farm animals mate. If he was a large male with a small female I was mesmerized, and that night I could only imagine his penis in her. In college I had the opportunity of being in the same room when an incoming freshman was bottled up and fucked by one of the large graduating senior football players. After he let her go I made eye contact with her and I felt an orgasm run through me.

    I left the party and walked back to my dorm room barefoot. I ran into a classmate, a big boy from Alabama and I invited him to walk with me, I asked him up to my room and if I didn't through myself on him I don't know what you call it. I had sex, it was real, and during my first time I kept the girl from the party earlier in the evening.

    Nothing gets me aroused like watching a girl have sex, not on the internet, live right there beside me, smelling her sweat, smelling his sweat, feeling her tremble by my side, hearing her breathe, tasting her lips after she goes through her orgasm, I love it.

    #42918 — Comments (0) — Jan 7, 2019 at 10:20 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Lesbian Female / 22

    Following three years of experimenting with another girl I am pretty sure neither one of us was experimenting, well we admitted we may have a problem when we graduated in June. We have a problem, two months of separation, the loneliness of being alone hurt so much some nights I literally cried myself to sleep. How can you be so stupid as to not recognize that you are so much in love you are hurting so bad every minute of every day. Thank almighty God that he woke me up and showed me that she has always been "the one". I trembled calling her, you don't know how much, she lives in Kentucky and I live in Texas and we cried. My Mother bless her soul drove me to be with her. Do not believe people that tell you there is no such thing as being love sick.

    We are together, she moved here and we are living with my parents. We both have jobs we are saving so we can move to our own apartment, my Dad wants to pay the deposit but we have to show them we can stand on our own.

    #42916 — Comments (0) — Jan 7, 2019 at 5:18 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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