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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 / 40

    I come from a large family, we were seven kids. There were boys and there were girls. From the earliest age we had different responsibilities or duties. As girls we were taught to take care of the house and our younger siblings. My brothers were taught to take care of us, and to take care of the car and the outside. Both my brothers were taught how to cook, but it was not their responsibility to cook. We were taught how to change a tire, and how to mow the lawn but it was not our responsibility to change the tire or mow the lawn.

    We were taught very early on, like age seven, that the girls were going to have babies. We got sex education in the form of personal responsibility. Only one man was allowed to have access to your middle parts. One man, your husband. It was precious and you didn't hand it around. The day I walked down the isle my mother talked to me, it was a reminder that I was marching off to set up a new home and my duties included having kids. I had been raised, and taken care of for that one duty. There is no longer a public send off to go forth and multiply, my mother made sure I got the message.

    I studied and got an M.D., so I was late to the party when it came to fulfilling my responsibility. I was 32. I have tried to catch up. Fortunately in our family all the women were healthy and we have been fruitful, not as much as our mother, but together we make a bunch. Every pregnancy is celebrated and every baby is welcomed. If there is one message for our daughters, is that life begets life and they carry that gift. We want these girls to grow up witnessing all the new life that we can deliver.

    Being a forty year old mom with four kids, the youngest is nine months old, is a hard. My younger sister who is a stay at home mom is my Godsend, but I am burdening her with looking after mine. She has her children, she takes mine in, she is a wonderful mother and I could not ask for a better person to help me with mine. We pay for the nanny that helps her out, she pretty much runs a day care between hers and mine.

    I studied medicine and I felt empowered with knowledge, but it wasn't until I was blessed with my kids that I fully understood the gift of life. I wish sometimes that I had my kids earlier, maybe not studied something so intense, I could be my sister, running a home. I would be just as happy. My husband can be the doctor, I want to stay home and take care of my kids. But we have these huge loans that have to paid off. So my baby sister steps in for me and is the stay at home mom.

    #40472 — Comments (1) — Jun 13, 2018 at 10:38 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    I married an Hispanic man I met in college. He wanted a family so we began our family immediately after we got married and had three kids, pretty much bing, bang, boom. I worked for a while before my first child was born but have not worked since. He worked for a company and then left to start his own business in the export supply business for chemical companies. He is a Chemical Engineer.

    On the surface all is well, I live in a nice neighborhood and have the luxury to stay home and care for my kids. My husband is a good provider and his business is doing fine. What I don't like is that I get ass fucked. I get pussy fucked but then he gets me on my knees and ass fucks me. Ever since we started dating he has ass fucked me. I would like a long slow pussy fuck. Is that too much to ask for?

    #40447 — Comments (2) — Jun 11, 2018 at 7:54 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 49

    My husband and I successfully run a business together for the last 30 years. We have a great sex life meaning we fuck at least twice a week. He taught me how to love anal as much a vaginal but that is a different story.

    Some times when we are in bed he will tell me erotic stories. My favorite ones are when I am in the story as a little girl of Middle School or High School. And Mr Davis (his name) is a teacher, coach or neighbor.

    Recently he told me a story about 12 year old Beth and how she starts visiting Mr Davis who lives down the alley. In the story Mr Davis over the coarse of the summer show Beth his cock and eventually shows her how it shoots cum and then eventually by the end of the summer she is sucking and swallowing his cum.

    The story has a lot of details that really makes me wet and by the time the story is over (over the course of several nights) I am really thinking that I would like to do something that I have always hated. Don't get me wrong, I love his cock in my mouth I just don't want to swallow his cum.

    We never roll play but on this occasion I asked if we could roll play this story. The whole story slowly introduces cum tasting little by little over several encounters. So first I'm tasting a drop on my finger. Next a drop on his cock. Each time Mr Davis is shooting his cream across a table and Beth gets to watch it shoot out. Building up to Beth learning to do hand jobs and eventually blow jobs. Cum eating is slowly building up in the story and in our bedroom. Within two weeks of the story Little Beth is sucking Mr Davis' cock and swallowing his cream and so is adult Beth. I love it.

    As a result I suck and swallow his cum probably twice a week and I thought that this would mean that he probably wouldn't be horny enough to fuck me but we are now fucking maybe four times a week. If I suck him before work than I know I will be fucked after work.

    Guys, just take it slow you might be able to teach your girl how to swallow your load.
    Maybe next time I will tell you how he taught me to love being fucked in the ass.

    #40443 — Comments (2) — Jun 10, 2018 at 4:04 PM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 48

    I am looking for WOMAN who enjoy chatting about sex, past experiences, unfulfilled fantasies or deep dark sexual secrets. Since Craigslist no longer has a personal section, it is difficult finding woman who want to chat. That is all I am looking for. Online chat affair. Safe and anonymous. Not looking for bullshitters. Not looking for guys secretly presenting themselves as women, but 100 percent female that maybe has a slutty side and an unexplored slutty side.

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    #40414 — Comments (3) — Jun 7, 2018 at 2:55 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 18

    I am confused and seeking opinions.

    Since my pregnancy my boyfriend barely touches me. I am overly horny and thinking dirty. His sister lives with us and has been a big help. She likes to rub my tummy and often massages me. It is getting warmer, I get bigger and I find myself getting thoughts of her. I find that I wear less clothing, trying to look sexy in front of her. I am loosing control and don't know what to do.

    Help!

    #40407 — Comments (2) — Jun 6, 2018 at 12:49 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 40

    I have never been married. I am currently with my third husband, another woman's husband.

    I am not and never was what is considered attractive. I suppose I feel more attractive now that I am forty. I was always a skinny kid, with red hair and freckles. I wore glasses and a retainer. My mother worked for the school district so everyone at school new who I was. When puberty hit me I ended up with kind of pointy tits and I suppose from the way I stood I could never quite see my pussy. I could feel it, and I found that I liked feeling it and from fourteen on I masturbated quite a lot.

    I went to a small Christian college which mostly had other girls, a few boys but not any boys you would want to date. I had gotten over my retainer and I had figured out how to comb and tame my hair and I continued to masturbate. We aren't talking about once in a while, I masturbated almost every day. I had also discovered my anus and I enjoyed inserting a thick marker in my anus while I masturbated. I carefully washed my marker and put it away. I liked inserting the marker in my anus and standing up and pressing my butt cheeks together. It never crossed my mind that I could lose the marker up my anus and fortunately I didn't.

    I graduated with an English degree and got a job working for the public utility as a secretary to the Operations Vice President. From the very first day I noticed that he paid a lot of attention to my chest. At that time, I was out of college and paying my own bills I had a series of sex toys that I had acquired including some anal plugs. I worked with an anal plug inserted and liked to wear very shear underwear. I started to wear more revealing tops, including tight sweaters. One day I wore a sheer bra to work and I had sweater on and I stood in his office taking notes for my day's activities. I could feel that my nipples were hard and I could see that he was paying more attention to my nipples than to me.

    After he finished giving me the activities for day I stood there and asked him why he never took advantage of me. Right then I felt bad, he was a fifty something man and I was a 23 year old. But he told me to turn around and see what I had to offer. That afternoon he asked me to go with him to check out a rent house he was thinking of buying. In the empty house he told me to take it all off and see if what I had was worth his time. After I was naked he told me to get down and give him a blow job.

    I ended up being fucked on the carpet and that is how I became his girlfriend on the side. I didn't tell him that day that I had never actually had sex with a man. Nor that I had never been naked in front of a man. I had only masturbated and practiced in my imagination. On our third time, still at the empty rent house, I pushed my back end against him and I had my first anal sex. He was a very experienced man and he was used to having a girlfriend and he was my first lover. There were lots of dos and don'ts, and we started to have sex at a motel and later he helped me move into a better and more private place with a garage. I kept his favorite beer and he bought a television to set up at my place and bought a king size bed. For a year we had sex several times a week.

    One day the Human Resources Director called me. I was totally unprepared and I was laid off. Cut backs. My lover and boss never spoke to me again, he never came for his television or his king size bed. I never spoke to him again. I got laid off, I got a severance and I was looking for a job.

    For the next two jobs I wasn't lucky, but on the third I worked with a man who had a wife and two little kids. His wife had gone cold on him and him and he was more than willing to get involved. I knew what to do about the apartment, I set it up for him and we used it mostly during the lunch hour and sometimes after work before he had to go home. His wife had lost interest in sex. She was an attractive woman and she was very warm and good with the kids. I gave him all the sex he wanted and we stayed lovers for the next ten years, as he rose through the company he pulled me along with him. After ten years he cooled off and wanted to get back with his wife, his kids were now in their early teens and we just agreed to stay friends but stop the affair.

    I am forty now, and I met a man, an insurance executive in his late fifties. He likes things, like anal sex and he likes sex toys. He can get rough, and he does get rough, but I control him. I can only take so much, I don't mind being held down a little but I don't like being tied. I slapped him and he got very aggressive and we ended up on the floor with me sitting over his mouth.

    #40405 — Comments (3) — Jun 6, 2018 at 8:28 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 53

    I went away to college never having been in a romantic relationship. All through college I never dated. Towards the end I met this girl, she is French. We got along great. She told me that she was going to do her master's degree in Paris at the Sorbonne. I thought what a great idea, I got my parent's blessing, applied and I got accepted. I moved to Paris and our friendship took off from there.

    We found out that we liked being together, in the bedroom sense. We had a great year, we went from pure novices to quite experienced, and although the times were different we were able to get around quite easily. We finished our degrees and I didn't have a work visa so I had to return home. Separation was hard, a goodbye kiss was not enough. Then the second blast, she sent me a letter letting me know that her family had persuaded her to marry a Psychiatrist friend of their family and she would always love me.

    Loneliness set in and I went into a deep depression. I had a broken heart, but I really couldn't tell anyone that my heart was broken by another girl. Not then. In my loneliness I met a man at work, divorced with children, but quite able to support me well and I married him and had my family.

    I am a widow now, and I went to Paris with a couple of friends of mine and while I was there I had to look up my college era friend. We had not communicated since that letter letting me know she was getting married. We met at this bistro for coffee. All these years, all this life, her sitting in front of me brought out all my feelings from so long ago. I broke down and cried. She moved over and held my hand kissed my cheek. Her husband is quite old now, he is 89. She has three kids of her own, all grown up like mine.

    We spent a couple of hours together, we went for a walk and tried to talk about small things. But in the end, when it was time for her to leave she tiptoed up to me and let me kiss her lips again. Mon cherie and we had to let go.

    I have a couple of pictures of those days in Paris so long ago, we weren't grandmothers then. I'm glad I saw her, we write now, what with all the easy communications. Her husband is not doing very well and he has mobility issues. She needs to spend her time with him now. I tell myself that we are just a couple of old grandmas with a past.

    #40384 — Comments (2) — Jun 4, 2018 at 8:44 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 38

    I got my cherry popped in front of my big sister. Her boyfriend at the time was the man on top. She was pissed at me that day, we had a really bad day and her boyfriend was over and he was wanting some from her but she was on her period. She turned to him and told him that he could fuck me if he wanted. She stood over us as he fucked me on the floor telling him to give it to me harder that he wasn't fucking me hard enough.

    Anyway that was my first time. Sweet sixteen.

    #40376 — Comments (0) — Jun 3, 2018 at 9:13 AM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 27

    I met a guy through friends, he asked me out and we went to an air show. On the way home I invited him in for a sandwich and a beer. We were overheated from the day and a bit smitten by him. I undressed and laid out naked on the bed and offered him desert.

    The two things about that afternoon, exposing myself naked to a stranger, it was our first date, was erotic, it felt good in a sexy sort of way. Surrendering myself to him was also a first, I tend to want to set the rules. I never had a chance to set any rules or boundaries.

    He wants to be in charge and I am not used to being led around. It's a bit late to give him my list of dating rules.

    #40370 — Comments (1) — Jun 1, 2018 at 5:33 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 36

    For my 36th birthday I gave myself a cruise in the Mediterranean. I didn't have anyone to go with me so I went alone. I flew to Italy and caught the ship there.

    On board the ship I met a gentleman, he danced with me and had dinner with me. He offered me, for a fee, to come to my room and entertain me. I was shocked, he was nice and said that is how he made a living, being nice to ladies like me. I said what the fuck, and agreed to have him come to my room.

    In the room he gave me his rates, so much to suck him, so much for him to fuck me and so much if I wanted to go around the world. I asked what was going around the world. He said he would fuck me in the bottom. I spent 700 Euros that night, I took it all. Granted the bottom fucking scared me the most, but once he did it, it felt the best.

    In the room he asked me to get naked, or if I wanted to I could just lower my pants. It was up to me. Not knowing him I elected to take off only my pants and I got on the bed on my knees and bent over. I guess that is why he kept suggesting to go around the world with me. I just can't get over how good it felt.

    I noticed after he was done and he went into the bathroom to wash up that he didn't use any condoms. I froze. I confronted him and he told me that he only entertained nice ladies like me. I shouldn't worry. I did, for weeks afterwards, but I checked negative for everything.

    Before he left I got completely naked and asked him to look at me. It felt good being naked in front of him.

    I didn't have enough money to be entertained again on that trip. I spent all my reserve money on that night. He was around, and he was polite, but he was intent of making money every night and he was visiting with other ladies on board. The rest of my vacation was somber and I felt alone. All I brought back from my vacation was the memories.

    #40355 — Comments (5) — May 31, 2018 at 3:53 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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