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Ladies, this is the place for your own special brand of confession. Did you sleep with your best friend's boyfriend? Did your Aunt Flo visit unexpectedly while you were wearing white pants? Did your boyfriend lose a condom inside you? Did the padding in your bra fall out?

The things you can confess here might fall into other sections, too - but here you have your own place to post. Men, feel free to read and reply, but please, let the ladies do all the posting.

After all, this section is for ... Women Only.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 47

    New to the workforce after college I was given to a man, for training and development. I was an honors graduate and expected to move up quickly. He told me it didn't work that way. I wasn't the only one, and there were employees ahead of me, seniority mattered. And he whispered to me that he had not seen women go up just like that, actually not at all. Look around, did I interview with any women? And look around what jobs did women do? Not to get him wrong, he didn't have a problem, but look around. Maybe I should settle in, do a good job, he would look after me, and if a promotion came up, he would take me into consideration.

    The year was 1980, 9 to 5 was in theatres.

    He moved me into Human Resources. He gave me instructions, think T&A, secretaries needed to look the part. Manager title was equivalent to nothing, it was just a title. The day came when he put his around me, demanded a kiss, patted my bottom, and told me to settle down. I was now dating. I was told by an older, more life experienced office manager, this was not someone I wanted to disappoint, and not to be stupid, a smart, educated man, well respected, on senior management, probably partner, track? What was I thinking? I wanted to make sure I was a keeper, with my background and education I was definite marriage material.

    Think of the house, I wouldn't have to work, I could have and raise my kids, don't blow it. She was quite serious when she told me it was easier to fall in love with a rich man than a poor man. You can learn to love a man, especially a man with his background and future.

    Her predictions came to pass, I was chosen for marriage, I quit working after my first son was born, I lived in the right neighborhood, I had the four kids, he made partner, I fit right in, I had the background and education for a partner's wife. But I never fell in love. In like yes, good man yes, nice man yes, good father yes, well to do yes, husband yes, but in love no.

    He still puts his arm around me, demands a kiss, pats my bottom. Still a girl, a 57 year old girl, still not quite there, not quite. Not a man. Girl yes. Maybe if I had fallen in love my days would be easier.

    #39274 — Comments (5) — Feb 13, 2018 at 12:26 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 38

    I get criticized pretty heavily by my mother. I am 38 and I have two daughters from my ruined marriage. I have a man who desires me, who makes me feel young again. So what if he has sex with me. So what if he spends the night with me. So what if my daughters know that I am being fucked. Believe me, they are not so stupid as to not know that a man fucks a woman. The man fucks the woman. And to fuck her he gets naked with her. And to fuck her he gets in bed with her. And I tell them that he is fucking me. And I tell them that I want him to fuck me. And I tell them that getting fucked is what it is all about.

    It is give and take. He comes over and part of the deal is that I take care of him, which means that he is the man in the house. Part of the deal is that he gets to kiss me, part of the deal is that he can run his hand up my dress. If you want the man to spend the night, then part of the deal is how you take care of him in the morning. And part of the deal is that he gets to undress me and fuck me. I don't sugar coat it. I made one mistake, I am not going to make two.

    He isn't coming around to read the newspaper, he is coming around for a hot meal and a fuck. I learned my lesson. And who better to teach them. Their mother. Their grandmother's rules got me thrown out and replaced.

    #39262 — Comments (3) — Feb 12, 2018 at 10:36 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 29

    When I first met my husband he mentioned, a little too serious, that he wanted lots of kids, that he understood that women today were not into ten, twelve kids. But, what if I shared the responsibility? with my sister. The subject never died and he worked hard to keep her for himself. He broached the subject with her, even before we married. But she was sixteen/seventeen at the time. From the day we married he insisted on having her live with us, until he just stated he was tired of waiting. He wanted her. And he sent me to get her. I did what he asked, I sent her to him, but I got in her bed instead of going with her and waited for her to return, all woman by him.

    She is my sister, she has always been his favorite, from the time she was a little girl. He has what he wants now. I want her to finish college before settling down to have children. I agreed from way back then that I would have a reasonable family size, my sister is the only person I could possibly do this with, because I know she is his 'girl'. She doesn't know any other life, from her earliest adult awareness she only knows she is his. She never questions living together, sharing.

    My home, from the day we married, has been about, him, her and me. I know I sound jealous. Maybe, but just once I would have liked him to carry me, hold me like her. I want to feel what she feels, I want to be 'his' like she is his. She is my baby sister, and now she sits at the table with me talking about wanting to do her share. All adult now, all woman to him. Some days she makes me feel old.

    #39250 — Comments (6) — Feb 11, 2018 at 4:43 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 23

    In the tenth grade my best friend and classmate and I kissed for the pleasure of our boyfriend. We kiss, hold hands, lay my head in her lap, share food, dress alike, etc. We were tagged as lesbians in school. Pur boyfriend dated us together, taking us to our junior and senior proms. We went off to college together, favoring our number two school so we would not be separated.

    We are not lesbians, our focus is on him, we love him, we are both his lovers, we live together to be with him together. We will graduate this spring, and intend to go where he chooses to take us. We know where we are going after college.

    We do exhibit affection for each other, because we do love each other. But we are not lesbians, we are like twin sisters. One day in about a year we will all be living together. We would like to work and save for a house so we can have a home and build a family.

    I know there are other families similar to the family we want to have. We are church attending Christian women, we are not perverts and do not engage in same gender sex. We did not hold ourselves sex free until legal marriage, because we consider ourselves married in our heart for some time now. All we want is for people to have an open mind and not jump to conclusions or discriminate against us.

    #39213 — Comments (3) — Feb 8, 2018 at 6:14 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 24

    I started to read "Why does he do that?", a book about angry and controlling men. Available online as a free pdf btw. I'm only 20% done the book and it seems every time I pick it up I have a new reason to cry, a new reason to hate my current boyfriend.

    We've been together on and off for over 3 years now. He's an ugly fucker.. greasy, skin littered with pimples and ance scars, fat jowls, thinning hair. He smokes too many cigarettes and too much marijuana. But he's tall and exceptionally strong with a terrifyingly impressive libido.

    I hate having sex with him. I hate it so much. Whenever I see him his 6 inch dick is hard. He literally pins me down, strips my clothes off, and fucks me brutally. I don't get the privilege of being aroused. He just fucks me. And it lasts for 30 minutes to an hour. Sometimes I bleed afterwards and my lower stomach gets cramps. I hate him putting me on top and expecting me to fuck him with enthusiasm, like I wanted to fuck at all. His dick is only 6 inches but it still fucking hurts when it goes deep. When it's dark and he can't see my face I'll just cry. Because I don't want to have Sex. Don't want the pain.

    Last September and October I left him for a few weeks. He texted me and called me crying saying that he would change. That we would intertwine our lives and that he'd die without me. I tried to say no, to get him out of my life. He was storing some of his stuff at my parents house in their garage. I told him to come get it... He came by with a van from his work. He asked me to come sit with him and we could talk some things out.. He started the van and drove down the road a little bit. I said I didn't want to go anywhere. To take me back. But he didn't listen. He groped my breasts first and kissed me on the lips. I didn't kiss back. He begging me to fuck him because it had been so long. I said no, take me back please, I want to go home. Again, he didn't listen and instead forced me into the back. I cried of course. He knelt me over the bench seat and with one hand he undid his pants while holding my one arm behind my back. Then he slid my pants down and fucked me. He kept saying I love you. Don't leave me. And all I could do was cry.

    I guess that was r**e. I don't actually know.. Because each time he fucks me I orgasm.. I can't tell if it's r**e or sex. Seriously. Anyways.. I wasn't on birth control. I planned on staying single until my head could be sorted out. He came inside of me and I got pregnant. I knew that I was pregnant probably two weeks after maybe three. He said let's keep it.. I said no.. He listened to me then.. Because it would benefit him not having a kid. I knew so early on but I stayed pregnant until I was 13 weeks along. I prayed and hoped that I would naturally miscarry so I wouldn't have the shame of an abortion. But God never smiles upon sinners. So I killed our child through abortion. He dropped me off and picked me up from the appointment. At least he has some decency I guess. I wanted that baby badly. I think it was a girl.

    At this point you may say "Just fucking leave him, you stupid bitch". And my response to that is... shouldn't i be obligated to give him sex Whenever? Isn't that the female role? To be submissive...

    I' d love to be in love and to have Sex with someone that I truly cared for each and every day. I masturbate daily so I know I still get aroused but.. I just hate having sex with my boyfriend.

    Anyways. The book I mentioned earlier doesn't get into unwanted sex too much. But I can see how abusive my boyfriend is in not listening to what I want or need. He doesn't care about me bleeding, as long as he's cum then life is great. For any women out there confused about your relationship like me... read this book... it can open your eyes

    #39202 — Comments (14) — Feb 7, 2018 at 11:25 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 33

    I am a 33 year old single, never married, accounting manager for a very large corporation. I made friends with a woman my age, married for ten years with a kid. In time I told her I had never really had sex. Never past a goodnight air kiss. She told me she had never been with a man other than her husband, married because of her pregnancy from a party sex encounter. She told me he married her to shut her up. She also told me that he continued to party with other women.

    I didn't know whether to feel bad for myself or for her. To her sex was obligatory, many times after he has sex with another woman. I learned that she was introduced to a girl he brought home. After all his escapades, she was friends with one of his girlfriends, his coworker, 26, single, half Hispanic like her. They supported each other, putting up with him. The two women kept each other company, went out together, they provided each other with the human touch they needed. And they both regularly had sex with her husband.

    To me, alone, I did not even have a friend, some one to go out with, some one to be with, to talk, to share my life, her life was odd but she was never alone. I did not have a child. No one came for me at night, or midafternoon. She was fortunate, she had a child, a deep hearted relationship with her friend, her husband's lover yes, but her soul mate. And she had a husband who came for her.

    I never could become her friend, not like her other friend. They were each other's. She was just my work friend. Nice, she cared, she listened, but when she went home, she went to her child, her soul mate, and her husband. Three people loved her, no one loved me.

    #39188 — Comments (3) — Feb 6, 2018 at 6:32 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 31

    I like the freedom of being nude. We built a pool with a high privacy fence. I was catching some sun, totally nude and I looked up and over to my left and two young Hispanic men were on the neighbor's roof, just sitting there looking. I can't properly describe the erotic sensation knowing they were taking it all in.

    #39163 — Comments (5) — Feb 5, 2018 at 9:59 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 29

    When my husband married me he was quite vocal that he wanted kids right away. Also, he was quite vocal about me going camping with him. Neither was on my radar. I agreed to the kids, but no camping. After a year I was unable to conceive for him, tons and tons of tears, doctor after doctor. I was told it was most likely him. How do you tell a man he is probably not fertile enough to impregnate you?

    I agreed to one camping adventure. He planned it out, seven days, high country, vistas he wanted me to see. I suffered so much, I hated it, hated it. We had sex once out there, and not my choice or idea. He was grossly aggressive and nothing I said made any difference. I also got pregnant.

    My relationship with him is different. I am, to put it mildly, his baby factory, I am on number three. His bedroom demeanor is also different, no is no longer in my vocabulary. ;

    #39159 — Comments (3) — Feb 5, 2018 at 4:16 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 31

    As a young teen I wasn't perverted by a dirty old man. I was slowly perverted by my best friend's mother.

    In her mother's bedroom were some black and white pictures of her mother, in the nude, when she was a young woman. And over her bead was a large, blow up picture, of her crotch. It was big, and nasty looking, and you could make out all her parts, she told us that she was twenty when she had that picture taken, she always liked it, and it reminded her of her youth, when she just fucked for fun.

    That picture turned me on. The idea of having your pussy photographed like that, blow up, and put on your bedroom wall over your bed, that was a turn on. And whenever I spent time with my girlfriend, she let me go into her mother's room and look at that picture, and the other ones of her naked, on the wall. I guess if you grow up seeing your mom naked, and seeing her open pussy like that every day, you get used to it. But for me, just seeing her naked turned me on.

    One morning, I had spent the night, we were having breakfast and her mother asked us point blank. No preparation, she asked if we had given a blow job yet. I mean, we were fifteen. We had certainly not given a blow job. She told us that boys like blow jobs, and it didn't matter what else we heard, if you sucked a boy, you kept a boy. The best way to keep a boy to yourself, was to keep his dick in your mouth. Girls were naturals at blow jobs, it was an art, and you had to work his dick in your hand, using your thumb under his dick, to slowly get him real hard and suck down hard on him while you squeezed his dick, and he would blow every time.

    If we were ready to give pussy, then to let her know so she could put us on contraception. She left the table and came back with these condoms and showed them to us. She went and got two bananas and made us slip the condoms over the bananas. She said that if we had a condom over a banana, we could use the banana to fuck ourselves, just saying because sometimes you needed to get fucked. She also told us a fact of life. Guys won't put a condom on, unless it is the only way they can get to your pussy. So every girl had to have her back up plan with her, condoms in her purse and practice on how to get a condom on a dick. We got our first set of condoms to carry in our purse.

    She rented some videos, hard core stuff and she made us watch them with her. She explained what was fake and what was real, and she told us that even the whores that made the movies got wet, but what she needed us to focus on was how the guys dick slipped into her pussy. She brought out these dildos. She took off her panties, sat back on the couch, opened her legs up and inserted this dildo straight up her vagina. She told us to do the same, to stretch our vaginas with the dildos, so when we got fucked it went right in.

    She spread our legs open, with this movie on the television, she wanted to see if we were wet, she fingered me, and then took the dildo and inserted into me and she told me to fuck myself. She turned to her daughter and told her to do the same. We say lots of movies, and a good share of lesbian movies, and a couple of anal movies.

    She told us that when she was in college, that was the time to fuck around with another girl. That is how you got practice and it was safe, and not to turn our noses up to it. A hot wet pussy was something that you had to learn to enjoy, especially if you wanted that rugby player girl to enjoy your hot wet pussy. That afternoon we got hands on instructions, and we got video instructions. And we learned that she did girls, girls were safer and you couldn't get pregnant, so do a girl, until you got married, then if you got pregnant it didn't matter.

    It was just that we were dense. We didn't get it. It just never crossed our minds that her mother wanted us to get together. She told us, when she just broke down and told us to get together and practice, practice, practice. She told us that her first affair was with her girlfriend at school. She was the girl that every jock wanted, but she was the one getting that hot pussy. That some guy fucking you was just that, getting fucked. It was all about him fucking you, not about you. But as girlfriends, then we could really be about making each other feel good. There was only one time when you were going to get a shot at new pussy, and that was when you were new pussy too.

    She had us shower together that night. She told us that we were supposed to lather each other, gets our hands on some tits and ass, to get our tongues together, to makes sure that no other girl was going to be the one getting into our pussies. We did the thing, going down. We did do it. It was different, and we did get wet doing it. We also used the dildos like she told us. But in the end the only part that felt good was sleeping naked.

    It was a long time before we got comfortable being naked, that we got comfortable just touching each other, having our faces caressed by breasts, going down and enjoying her, and her pussy got wet, dripping wet and after I went down on her telling her that I did love her, I mean if I was eating her pussy it was because I did love her.
    It was a long time before we found out how good it felt to just sit and make out on the couch, and get a feel of a boob or a leg or an ass cheek, or get so hot that you pull her down on you. But that took time, like it took us getting to be seventeen, and eighteen and going to college. It was in college where we really let ourselves go, it was in college when we really got down to business and became true lovers. It was also in college where we experimented with some guy fucking us. Yes it was good, yes there was something about it, but no it wasn't what we wanted, not then.

    It wasn't until we were in our late twenties before we got married and got fucked as wives. Being married is OK, it must be something inside of you that tells you to get married. But that does not mean, not by any means, that when it comes time to having real sex, you don't do it with that one girl, that one girl that you have been having sex with since you were fifteen. Because having sex with her, that is what you really want. When you get with her face to face and you tell her you love her, you mean you love her, and when you kiss with her, you kiss with her. And if your stupid husband doesn't get it, doesn't rally understand that the one person for your life, is your girlfriend of when you grew up, well then he is dense. Girlfriend love is forever. That is what her mom knew about us. That crazy woman who fucked men and women, and not always one at a time. That crazy woman who had a crotch shot of her pussy over her bed, to remind her that when it comes to being who you are, there just isn't anything better than pussy. There just isn't.

    #39152 — Comments (0) — Feb 5, 2018 at 10:23 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Lesbian Female / 54

    I went to a very conservative mid western state college. A few, but not many, long hair guys and girls in jeans and embroidered shirts, but mostly we were all pretty clean kids. In my sophomore year I had the opportunity to room with these other girls. Unlike my freshman dorm, which was an old style dorm, with a small room for two, and a shower and bathroom down the hall, this time I was in a suite, two bedrooms which were larger, and a bath and shower in between.

    What this meant is that when you showered, you were naked in front of your roommate. You got naked, maybe, if that, wore slippers, you were just naked and you went to the shower and after you were done you brushed your teeth naked, you did your hair naked, you stood around naked, you sat on the bed naked. Did I say naked? Yes, we got naked and we rolled around on the bed naked wrestling with another girl, sucking tits, getting your face down between her legs, or getting in the shower together and soaping each other.

    Once you have been soaped, and your shower partner is soaping your tits and gently playing with your nipples, once your shower partner uses her two fingers to gently wash your pussy, once you lean against the wall and let your shower partner use her fingers to wash your every nook and cranny, once you wash your partner's butt hole, once you lean over and gently use your tongue on her butt hole while the warm water washes down her back, you start to figure out that what you are doing is not just kidding around. Once your roommate gets naked and rests on her bed and opens her legs for you and you go down and love on her with all your might. Once you realize that is the last home football game of the season and you have not gone to a game with anyone other than your roommate, you start asking yourself questions.

    Questions like? What am I going to do for Thanksgiving? Will she come home with me? Will I go home with her? How am I going to tell my Dad that I am going to go spend Thanksgiving with my college roommate? How do you spend Thanksgiving at your roommate's house, when she only has her room and you have to share the bed because there is no guest room, and her Mom asks you if you don't mind? How do you sleep together, when all you want to do is just grab her and hold her when you know that the rooms are right next to each other and any noise you make will be heard by her family. How do you take a shower by yourself, knowing she is waiting for you, and you want her to be with you and you can't shower together?

    How do you sit beside her at Thanksgiving when all you want to do is kiss her and tell her you love her? That you are imagining having a Thanksgiving together when you are older and you can't figure out how there are going to be so many kids and who that man is going to be sitting at the head of the table. Who is that man? How is it going to be? Fixing Thanksgiving dinner together for your family? Your mind is racing while you listen to the prayer, at least your get to hold her hand while her father says the prayer.

    You go for a walk after dinner, just the two of you. You can't hold hands because of the neighbors. So you talk, talk about school and you talk to her about how are you going to have children. Does this mean that we are going to have to get married? Maybe we will live next door to each other. How will we know that our husbands will get along? What if one of the husbands takes a job in another state? We agree that the only thing to do is get married to two brothers.

    Separation was so hard that I cried for days. I was her maid of honor, she married a great guy. We spent our last night together, just the two of us, wrapped in each other's arms and swore that we would never stop loving each other. But the next day she married and he took her with him and they went on a honey moon and I stayed behind.

    My time came several years later, he took me to Hawaii for our honeymoon. I sat and watched the ocean thinking of nothing but her, living with her husband and her kids. Soon, in a year or so I would have my family started. But it is not he same. Thinking that you are going to be fixing Thanksgiving dinner and a man is going to be sitting at the head of the table and you are going to sit alone beside him, with your kids, how many? asking for this and that. Our husbands in different industries, different lives, they could be friends, but we won't even live in the same state.

    It is Thanksgiving that is the hardest. And every other day.

    #39071 — Comments (2) — Jan 30, 2018 at 9:11 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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