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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 / 55

    I took a couple of courses the summer of my freshman year. I met a guy there, he was 28 starting college after two tours in Vietnam. He was very quiet and didn't share very much. We got to be friends in class and I hooked up beside him after our morning class and asked him why he didn't pay attention to me. We walked to the student center cafeteria and I sat down with him to have lunch. I asked him if he had any of those girls while he was in Vietnam. He looked at me hard and asked if I thought that is why he was there. He then said he killed them he didn't fuck them.

    He was a Corporal, very serious. I apologized, asked him if he had gotten a girl when he got back. He answered by asking me what I was offering. I got as serious as nineteen year old could be, I told him if he wanted a girl he could have me.

    At the end of the six week session we were walking across campus to the parking lot. I wasn't wearing a bra and he asked me if it hurt to have my tits swing like that. I asked him if his dick hurt swinging like that. I stopped, turned in front of him, I asked him if he got his dick shot off. When he said no I asked him if he liked boys, if not why hadn't he fucked me.

    I asked too much, back in my apartment I got fucked in the ass, no lube, just a hard dick digging into me, tearing into me, when he lost control he pulled his dick out. I bled for a week, finally I went to the campus clinic, the doc told me I was torn and could use a stitch, if I could tolerate it. I didn't answer and he told me I had been torn a new asshole, to take the stitch and stop fucking like that. He wasn't nice at all, he stitched me, he told me when it started itching real bad to come back. When I was dressed he grabbed my arm and told me he was serious, don't fuck like that again.

    After that I didn't chase that guy. We saw each other off and on, but other than being polite I never dated him or had anything to do with him. When my first kid was born I tore pretty bad, took a couple of stitches. The pain wasn't as bad.

    #45912 — Comments (0) — May 31, 2020 at 2:58 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 30

    I turned thirty just recently. A boyfriend of sorts, we had sex, he had just left and I was alone in my apartment. I started thinking about my sex life. I started at fourteen, our school had many sex parties at lake houses. By the time I graduated from high school I went through an abortion, had several STDs, a nervous breakdown, arrested twice.
    From high school till now I have had several boy friends, and many one off men.

    #45906 — Comments (1) — May 31, 2020 at 7:07 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 49


    #45900 — Comments (4) — May 30, 2020 at 12:06 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 35

    This is more about being overwhelmed than about sex. Backstory, I was a mid level accountant in a top ten industrial concern. A senior executive bad returned from an overseas trip and I was sent out to his home to have him sign some papers before he left for Asia. My boss told me to dress appropriately even if it was Saturday, stay professional.

    I drove out to the address, a part of town I had never been to, the address was a large gate, I gave my name to the intercom and drove half a mile through a forest to a very modern house. I was let in by a woman in uniform, escorted to a garden room which overlooked a pool and tennis court. She offered me something to drink and I asked for water, I stood.

    He came in wearing shorts and a Polo shirt and sandals. He was very nice, asked me to sit and go through every document, what it was, why did he need to sign, did I agree with it. I apologized for not knowing, I was the courier. He patted my hand and called me sweetheart, if I was bringing documents to sign I needed to know what they were, he depended on me to guide him. I started to figure out that maybe he thought I was an attorney. He stood, patted my hand, sweetheart again, he was going to go shower and for me to read and guide him. If I didn't approve he wouldn't sign.

    While he was gone I called my boss, she called him an asshole, just tell him to sign she needed the papers signed before he left for Asia. No clue about what the papers were for. I tried to read them but I didn't understand what they were for. When he came back in the room he asked his housekeeper for a cup of coffee, asked me what the papers were, I confessed I didn't know and couldn't advise him, I told him my boss needed them signed. Sweetheart again, a pat on the cheek, he refused to sign, told me again he depended on me to know. On the way out he told me I was a lovely young woman, a real gem. Tell my boss he would get with her when he returned from Asia.

    My boss was furious, she blamed me. When he returned she had fight with him, he called for me, told my boss to get her affairs in order and she was fired. He told me he liked me, he wanted me to work for him, he needed someone to watch his back for him. He later told me that my then boss had pulled that stunt before, never sign a document you didn't know why. Then again sweetheart, "you take care of me and I will take care of you".

    Sweetheart, precious, lovely lady, baby girl, your cute, what a gem, beautiful, face touching, hand touching, hugs, and then kisses, then love hugs, then sex. He made me his personal assistant, 'his' personal assistant. At his home and in the office. He wrote me poems, love letters, called me everyday when he was out of town, he had long conversations about business problems, issues, negotiations, he wanted, needed my opinions. I dealt with department heads, board members, customers. I was 28 and he depended on me for everything. Including sex, being with him at home, traveling with him, in a word that came to me I told him I wasn't his Mommy. His answer was "don't you love me"?

    I broke it off on my 32nd birthday, I resigned. The money, everything, took a month off and rented a cabin in the mountains and tried to decompress. I didn't answer his calls. I lasted four days before I called him back and crawled back. I don't work for him now, I am just his sweetheart girlfriend. I travel with him, have sex with him, Mommy him, but I don't work for him and I found a fifty year old married male lawyer to be his contracts manager. Not my job any more.

    #45885 — Comments (0) — May 29, 2020 at 7:47 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 24

    One of my friend posted her mother's photo on her instagram story her they both look similar but what I noticed is there was a necklace in her mothers neck and her eyes with dark circles like she cried and someone gifted her that necklace like her husband offcourse but I have a gut feeling that now in today's situation domestic violence is increasing. And my gut feeling told me that it's the same case. Her husband must have abused her or somethin then he gifted her that costly necklace and in this situation of lockdown.. what bis your opinion? Please tell me

    #45873 — Comments (0) — May 28, 2020 at 12:35 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 39

    I met this man at the studio where I work. He came in looking for a piece for his office. We talked and had an hour long conversation. When he came back to pick up the piece he invited me to get a glass of wine next door. After a glass if wine we went to dinner close by and he invited me to his house. When he opened the door to let me in he said 'welcome to your master's house'.

    It stuck in my mind, I got very uncomfortable, he gave me the tour. He served a glass of wine and asked me 'how I liked it'. Right then I was sure I wanted to leave, I feigned a headache coming on, he brushed aside rubbing my neck. He suggested the hot tub, in our birthday suit. He went out on the deck and turned it on, came back in and took his clothes off, standing only with a towel on his arm he said, told me, 'let's see what you've got, come join your master'.

    I had butterflies in my stomach, not from excitement, from apprehension but I did what he asked, I stripped and stood in the nude for him, I felt terribly self conscious as he sized me up. The hot tub was hot, hotter than I liked, we talked about everything and nothing, we finished our wine and he suggested an ice cold shower. From his bathroom after the cold shower, dried off with these large towels, he went to the bed and turned it down and he told me to get on and crouch close to the edge of the bed.

    His hand was hot, the oil was hot, he rubbed the oil all over my back, up and down the outside of my thighs, he rubbed my neck, then he rubbed his hands together and told me relax and his hand ran up between my legs, the lube was warm, his fingers opening me, getting me ready, he told me to pitch forward and he ran his penis deep into me, it hit me in a way that set me off. He held my head down and pumped in and out until his switch went off and he unloaded himself in me. He then wrapped me in a fresh big towel.

    After putting on his boxers, checking the house, turning off the lights he returned to the room and getting into bed he told me that it was time to snuggle up to 'my master'. Sleep came quickly, in the morning he had coffee ready, and he fixed an omelette. After dressing he offered to take me home. At the door to my apartment he held my face in his hand, I kissed his hand.

    We have gone out many times, when I am with him I find myself in a different dimension, when he asks me if I like to please 'my master' I say yes, I really do.

    #45868 — Comments (0) — May 28, 2020 at 7:31 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 32

    I graduated from high school without having a romantic relationship. During the summer before college I worked at the mall in a shoe store where I met a girl who was a gym rat. She was fit, and she was proud of it. Arms, thighs, belly, even her neck was hard. Beneath her body was a very pretty girl, eyes, lips, hips and boobs. I noticed these things and had a dream of her kissing me. I was crushed on her and totally stupid about it. I invited her to my house to swim on our day off, when she undressed completely in front of me to put on her bathing suit I was shocked, she turned to me, faced me naked, she held her arms out and asked if it is what I wanted, her totally naked.

    She took my clothes off until I was totally naked, pushed me onto my bed and climbed on top of me and kissed me as her hand went in between my legs and stuck a finger into me. It wasn't making love it was out right sex. I fell in love. Deep love. My first girlfriend. And we had sex the rest of the summer. I went to college in the fall, she did not go to college. We stayed together for two years until we just went our separate ways.

    My next sexual relationship was with a professor, a divorced middle aged man. There was sex but there was much more. After graduation I took a job for a large company where I got into a relationship with an older man. When I turned twenty six I was deeply involved with him, sex was good but the rest was better. Today I live with a fifty year old man, I am not his wife, more of his love companion. From time to time I think of my summer fling before college, I have never again had those types if feelings again, but I love the memories.

    #45834 — Comments (0) — May 26, 2020 at 7:37 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 19

    My boyfriend came in me not too long ago and I just found out Iâm pregnant! Definitely wasnât expecting this at all. Have yet to tell him. Only have told my mom so far and sheâs definitely surprised by it too. I told her we werenât even trying to get pregnant, Iâm on birth control. We just stopped using a condom a few months ago.

    #45814 — Comments (0) — May 24, 2020 at 10:41 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 26

    Growing up is hard to do, that's what my mother told me. I had lots of hangups, school grades, friends, authority. I almost got out of college unattached and unsexed. My senior graduating semester started off good, by the middle of the semester I was tied down to a guy who had gotten to me at a party. He wanted a servant wife and he found that in me.

    I went home after graduation. I did not keep my mouth shut, for the first time in my life I had a guy, I told my mother that we had sex. When he called and told me he had found an apartment and he he told me I needed to get there and set up house, look for a job and be with him I had two choices, obey or disobey. No matter how I thought about it I just could not disobey, my mother told me to call my man and tell him that marriage was the way to get a woman to live with him. I went, I didn't call.

    I didn't complain about the apartment, I made it work. But I told him that an apartment wasn't a place for children. A year later I was pregnant in a rent house with a yard. Twenty three and I was now an all around woman, about to be a mother, nested in my house. Whether it was me or him I had set the pattern and found my calling and it was not a job.

    I got married, but that was to please my parents.

    #45762 — Comments (0) — May 19, 2020 at 8:27 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 25

    In high school, college I was accused of having Daddy Issues, I have always been attracted to older fatherly men, in college I was always chasing professors. When I went to work after college the VP who we reported to, needed a baby girl to love and look after, and I was ready to be his baby girl. I don't get why people are negative about this, I like being his baby girl and he likes being my Daddy. Keep in mind that sex is just a part if it, being with him is what is what is important.

    I do love him and he loves me, he needs to love his baby girl and I need to love my Daddy, what we don't need is people thinking this is some perverted relationship. Quite the contrary to what I am accused of, no one is taking advantage of anyone, quite the opposite at best we should be accused of giving too much.

    #45746 — Comments (1) — May 17, 2020 at 4:22 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
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