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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 / 19

    I am 19 and my grandmother calls me a fledgling that has to leave the nest. I don't want to go out and live on my own. I had sex with a guy the other day, he is a man and not a boy. He is my 'boyfriend'. He said he feels uncomfortable coming to my grandmother's house to see me. He wants to spend the night, not just have sex in a hurry. I know my grandmother knows that I am having sex with him. My grandmother called me a 'woman'. I don't feel I am ready to be a 'woman' yet. I like my room, I like my house, I don't want to go live in an apartment and have a roommate. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to find out what is on the other side of the hill. I just don't want to leave home.

    #43066 — Comments (2) — Jan 19, 2019 at 11:13 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 32

    I have a past. In college I was a hooker, a nice hooker that worked through a madam and stayed busy and made a lot of money. I graduated debt free and had enough savings to put down on a condo when I got out of college. My story was that my grandmother gave me the money for my graduation and my parents paid for my education. During my days working as a hooker I met a man who asked for me every time he came to town. He paid for the day or night and liked having me be his girlfriend. This happened many times and I learned a lot about him and I told him a lot about myself. He never had a problem with me being a hooker.

    I am now working as an account executive for a major retailer of high end jewelry. When I meet with some rich lady and she buys thousands of dollars of jewelry I always imagine that sometime in the past I was a hooker for her husband. I guess it makes me feel better getting her to buy jewelry she doesn't really need.

    The problem with my past is that I can't seem to get serious with a man. I date, I go out, I have sex, I do it all, not for money anymore but I do the dating game. But if a man gest serious I run for the hills. I miss the man that wanted me for a girlfriend when I was in college, I know it was fake and he was paying for a hooker, but it is the only time I felt something, I really felt something when I had sex with him.

    I am changing jobs, I want to go work someplace where I don't meet rich people. I really do want to find an everyday man and get married and have a family.

    #43040 — Comments (4) — Jan 17, 2019 at 9:53 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 49

    I accepted a ride from a guy from my job at the Dairy Queen. He drove around and around and we ended up at this apartment complex on the other side of town. He took me into his apartment and put me on his bed and took off my clothes until I was naked except for my panties. He had his dick out and he gave it to me to suck and then gave me a titti fuck and when it was time for the real thing he spread me open but left my panties on and dry humped me until he came. He took me home with his sticky mess on my stomach and dropped me off a block from my house.

    He was a bad boy from across town and I was sixteen and I was a good girl from the right side of town. It is all in the past, but it was my one experience on the wild side and I have never forgotten it.

    #43008 — Comments (1) — Jan 15, 2019 at 12:18 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 23

    Out of college and unemployed my father recommended me for a housesitting job. The owners are friends of my father, it was basically a rent free arrangement but no pay. I went jogging in the morning and this doctor met up with me to run. He was newly single, still stung from his divorce but he was all over me trying to get me to go out with him. After a couple of weeks I agreed to go out and we went to a jazz bar. He noticed I was bored so we left and ended up on the doorstep of the house I was sitting. He had me in a trance, laughing and touching each other and then a kiss and then we went inside and then I was in bed with him. Long story short I dated him and he asked me to marry him and here I am, still unemployed but housekeeping in my new house. I landed a doctor, sure he is forty-three with an ex and two kids but he is happy to have me.

    I started to say I got married for the money but it isn't true, my family has money I married him because I wanted to.

    #42981 — Comments (0) — Jan 12, 2019 at 9:40 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 26

    My coworker overheard me answering my 'Daddy', 'yes Master'. It is just me, he doesn't have me as a slave girl or anything like that. Actually he is very nice to me, he makes sure I have everything I need, he would never hurt me or let me get hurt. I call him 'Master' instead of 'Daddy', it is my way of showing him respect, it is not a sex thing.

    #42958 — Comments (0) — Jan 10, 2019 at 9:56 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 32

    I am certainly not gay. I am 32 and I live with a woman who is in her mid forties. She is gay and has always been gay and when I agreed to move in with her I knew she was gay and she knew I wasn't gay. I have lived with her since I was 28.

    I have deep feelings of attachment for her, but not sexual at all. She has deep feelings of affection for me and it is all sexual. Nothing new about that, that is why she asked me to move in with her. Over the years her affection which is expressed in a thousand ways is just a big part of my life. Sometimes she will hug a bit too long but even that I can take as long as there is no grabbing. I say that because there are times like on a Sunday morning when I am still in my nightgown and she stands in front of me and puts her hands on my boobs and tells me to close my eyes and make believe it is a man and she rubs my boobs. She is in love with me.

    I had sex recently with a man I work with. We have a man/wife work relationship. He knows about my living situation and he is always warning me that I will sooner or later fall and not to be surprised. Maybe that is why when we have sex it is so intense. I need him to gab my boobs and then fuck me. I sat in the conference room across from him as he was holding his weekly staff meeting thinking of all the times that I have had sex with him, of all the times I have sucked his dick, of all the times he has taken my clothes off, of all the times that I have gotten dressed and left.

    When the meeting was over I went to his office and told him that I wanted to get married. I don't need a public ceremony, just he and me is enough. Am I sure, yes I am sure. I should have been living with him all these years.

    #42951 — Comments (1) — Jan 10, 2019 at 8:37 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 29

    I am a 29 years married woman. Married three years ago and I have a beautiful life. I go to gym for my workout everyday as I stay home and get bored. Few days into my gym, on a random day in the gym, a guy came to me out of the blue and started chatting. He introduced himself and I asked him 'What can I do for you?'
    He told me I was very good looking and gorgeous. I liked it, but I simply thanked him and was about to leave. He stopped me again and said if he could ask me something. I said sure. Then I was in shock.
    He asked, if he could have my bra and panties after my workout without washing? I was embarrassed, shocked and afraid. I said 'No' and quickly moved on. But, it didn't leave me. I just couldn't forget that. I was always a naughty woman, aways wanted to explore myself sexually. But, I knew I would never dare to do that with any man other than my husband. Everyone of us have sexual desires, but we don't dare to fulfill them. Extra marital affair, wife swap were my sexual fantasies, I never told my husband. I knew I could never indulge in those, but may be I could spice my life at least with these kind of things. My husband will never know. These thoughts kept running in my mind all day. The next day I was only eager to go to gym and see this guy again. I went to gym immediately after my husband left for work. Thank god, I see him. It is his usual time I guess. He saw me and I smiled at him to give him a clue. He smiled and did nothing. Then I completed my workout and just kept strolling there to let him come to me. I kept watching him and I think he finally got the hint. He came up to me and said hello. I told him I bought an extra pair of lingerie today in case if I lose what I am wearing. He understood and had a huge grin on his face. Then I went to change room, took off my bra and panty and handed them to him. They were full of sweat. He thanked me and shoved them into his gym bag. I out of curious asked him what is he gonna do with them.
    He said, 'I think you know.' I was aroused. I took a breath and asked him if I could see it while he do. He paused for a while and accepted. We sneaked into men's rest room. He sat on the toilet and sniffed my panty. It aroused me instantly and I felt like touching myself. He sniffed my bra and licked the wet part on it that has my sweat. he sniffed my panty crazily. He told me women inner wears drive him crazy. Then I quickly left the rest room and left for home. After that he never appeared in the gym.

    That was my biggest adventure in my life

    #42933 — Comments (0) — Jan 8, 2019 at 5:36 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 51

    After graduating from high school, i applied for admission to the University of Michigan. I would check the mail daily to see whether I had been admitted. Finally, after a couple of months or so of waiting impatiently, I received a fat envelope from the University including my admission letter, academic scholarship and room and board information. This would have been in the early part of 1974, before I had actually graduated from high school That spring and summer I was consumed with the fact that i had been accepted by such a prestigious school and by the fact that I had been granted what amounted to a full ride scholarship-grant. There was an orientation session that summer, and then in early September, my parents moved me into the dorm. When I arrived at the dorm room, I found that my roomie had not yet arrived. I had wondered what she would be like. Her name was exotic, Amal, but I knew nothing more about her. That night i slept by myself, and dreamed of all the things that I would accomplish in myeline. The future was limitless.

    The following day, around noon, Amal arrived and we became acquainted before walking down to the cafeteria to share the first of countless lunches we ate together. I was just about to turn 18 and Amal was 19. She had flashing black colored eyes and black unkempt hair. She talked about her family in Beirut, Lebanon. She was fluent in English, French, Modern Greek, and, of course, Arabic. Amal was naturally inquisitive in a non-intrusive way. She would ask questions that American girls would never ask, and ask them in a totally innocent and naive manner. Over the course of the next few day, Amal and I had become fast and best friends, sharing everything together, laughing together, discussing our classes, boys, our future lives, our families. We never held anything back from each other.

    Initially, both of us were rather shy about disrobing in front of the other, but that seemed to pass, too. Amal was about 5'4" tall and weighed about 135 pounds. She had lovely pendulous breasts, a shapely bottom, and pretty legs. But her best feature was always her eyes and her heart-melting smile. Her family back in Beirut had sent her to Michigan to obtain an excellent education. Her father's brother was a banker working and living in Birmingham, a plush suburb of Detroit. His name was Mazzin and he repeatedly reminded Amal that if she were ever in need of anything, that he would take care of it. Mazzin would visit us about once a month, always taking us out for a nice lunch or dinner and always insisting that I accompany the two of them, which i did more often than not.

    Ah, the things that Amal and I did together. We would go to movies, parties, dances, together. We would ride our bikes through the cemetery near our dorm together. We made a point of eating as many meals as we could, depending on our class times together. We were like sisters and she made my transition from high school to college, incredibly easy.

    One evening, as we sat on our respective beds, Amal was laughing about a particularly dorky guy that I had seen a couple of times, a true nerd complete with pocket protector and pens in his shirt pocket. Leonard was tall, walked with a bit of a stooped gait, was usually wearing a lab coat and was never to be found without a calculator nearby. He wasn't really my boyfriend, but we did see a couple of movies together and he took me to dinner once or twice. Amal was twisting her pretty face in a contorted manner trying to emulate Leonard, and somehow she grasped his facial tics just right. We both fell into a fevered laughter and neither of us could stop. In fact, each time the laughter started dying down, we would begin laughing hysterically again. Pretty soon both of us had tears in our eyes and she got up from her bed and sat down next to me on my bed, giving me a hug, something we both did a lot. As we sat there next to each other in our bras and panties, the laughter finally died off, and then for the first time, I felt something different, a warmth spreading through my crotch, a longing for Amal, not only as a friend but something far more than that. I let her cradle me, my head and my tousled hair laying against her shoulder, and when i looks up at her, i could see that whatever it was that I was feeling, Amal was feeling, too. As she held me, she leaned down and kissed me, not the sisterly pecks on the cheek and forehead that we had been used to giving each other, but rather her lips against mine, and soon as we held that embrace and that kiss, our mouths opened and her tongue became entwined with mine, and the kiss felt as if it had supplanted everything that had come before, a life changing event.

    That night we fell asleep on my bed together, still wearing our undies, me laying in her arms and Amal laying against me. When I awoke, I saw the Amal was still sleeping, and although i really had to pee, i didn't want to awaken her, i didn't want to spoil the moment. Soon thereafter, Amal awoke and smiled and kissed me. She told me that she loved me and i responded that I loved her, too, and that i always would love her. We undressed each other and made love to each other in a way that women have made love with one another for millennia. We brought each other to repeated orgasms, and found each other's faces soaked with our own shared secretions, our own sexual juices, our own saliva, the fruit of our passion.

    We spent the rest of the day and that night, making love, talking, laughing, crying. For us, for Amal and for me, our lives had undergone a fateful and permanent transformation. Where once we were caterpillars, now we were butterflies and as butterflies we were ready to soar into the remainder of our days, no longer alone, but as lovers.

    #42927 — Comments (1) — Jan 8, 2019 at 12:40 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    I left my husband 3 years ago and was able to buy a condo where I now live for the past year with my mother. She's been ill for several years so I never smoke inside and always go out on the back patio at night. The patio next door is separated from mine with a slated fence. There is a cute guy who lives next door who I guess is about 40 years old. I can see into his living room most of the time because he never seems to have his vertical blinds closed tight on his sliding door. The slats are either tilted open or pulled over enough for me to see in. He lives alone and this guy is never dressed at night and 99% of the time he is naked. What is incredible is I can't believe how many times I've watched him masturbate over the last year. When he does he is always laying back on his recliner chair watching tv. I can't see what he is watching but it most assuredly must be porn. I've never seen him with a woman but there is a guy who stays with him some weekends so I suspect he is gay. I have spoken to him occasionally and he seems well educated. He must have a good job because I know he owns a boat and Lexus and goes away almost every weekend. He never comes home from work week days until about 7pm and leaves for work early in the mornings. Shame on me but I began timing him and he's usually naked in his living room from about 8:30 til 11pm when all his lights go out. Monday thru Thursday he masturbates almost every night and is naked most of the time except for the rare nights he wears boxer shorts. The nights he doesn't masturbate he still continuously touches himself and its rare when I don't see him with an erection. I hate to admit this but its become my nightly entertainment. I doubt he has any conception that I am watching him. The rear of our condos is very private and I have never seen anyone out there at night. The only times I see anyone out back is when the landscapers are working there. My mother stays in her room after dinner every night so I keep my living room lights low and never turn on the outside light. I just sit there and watch him, some nights as long as an hour or more. I have to confess there are times I get aroused and have satisfied myself while watching him masturbate. His lights are always on bright enough that I know he can't see me sitting on my side of the fence looking through the slat openings. We both have patio covers which makes it very dark outside even when the moon is bright.

    #42926 — Comments (0) — Jan 8, 2019 at 12:15 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 37

    Since I was very little I have always needed a man in my life, of course when I was little it was my Daddy but when I got older I gravitated to man who would protect me from whatever was out there. In return for being protected I have always been very affectionate, I love hugging and the feeling of skin against me, I like being kissed and caressed, or felt up if you like, I like the feeling of a strong hands on my breasts and buttocks and I like the feeling of a nice cock. With all that I have never understood why sometimes I get this unquenching urge to be with another woman. I go down, I want to tear her breasts off, I want to eat her face and I want to fuck her if only I could. It is not normal and it is never personal, it is just some random woman I happen to have met that falls for me and I can tear her up.

    So when I was with my extended family over Christmas I met this 33 year old woman who is a nurse for the pediatrician in town and she responded to me holding her hand while we talked, my blood was already up and I could feel myself getting very aroused by her and I said excuse me but I have to kiss you and I put her face in my hand and I kissed her. My kiss was long and she opened her mouth just a little for me to savor her lips and she let me slowly move my hand up over her breast and kiss her. We were on the back porch, the night was clear and the weather was not too cold but I was steaming and I told her gently in her ear that she had given me butterflies when she walked in and kissing her was the best Christmas present I could have asked for.

    She is totally given to me now, it has only been a month and already she has flown out to LA to see me and we spent a glorious three day weekend practically in bed making love. Sure I made love to all of her, every little bit of her, but I didn't attack her, or eat her like she was disposable, I didn't just fuck her, I lay on the bed with her and let her touch me and make love back to me. I told her that no one, not ever, had hit me so hard as she did and I didn't want to jump the gun but I was in love with her.

    I have the man in my life. He is a building contractor with a large business here in LA, he is 52 and he is quite a man, divorced with three kids and an ex-wife that feels like even not being married to him she deserves to be kept in the same lifestyle. She really isn't a bitch, but she can be sometimes and she tends to get very sensitive when I am around. She knows that I am the woman that is sleeping with him. They divorced for other reasons, I think mainly because she got so needy and he just needed air to breathe and I don't put those kind of demands on him. And now I have this woman who just popped out of nowhere and I can't get her out of my mind.

    Giving up my man is not something I want to do, when he wants to have sex I get emotional and want to have sex, I like him wanting to have sex with me and like I said he is quite the man and he knows how to play with my buttons. He knows because I have told him that from time to time I go off and have sex with some girl, but I have not told him about Elise partly because I know Elise is the real thing. I just don't want to choose. I don't know if I tell him that Elise is real and that I have feelings for her, first time ever that I have feelings like this, and I want to make it work with her that he won't say well bye bye and go back to his wife. That would devastate me.

    What am I? For the first time in my life I am asking that question. I know that I have always been able to have men like me, I know that I can get men to want to be with me. I know that a man gives me something that I need, I just don't want to be a wife and have all that baggage. I am a good girlfriend. But right now I want to have Elise come out and live with me. She can get a job pretty easily out here and I own my townhouse, thanks to a man I dated ten years ago, and we can make a go of it, at least that is how I am thinking right now. But it has only been a month and that scares me. I am confused. For the first time ever when I was being held by him that I felt trapped and I had to get away to breathe.

    So that is about it. I hurt his feelings, I can't get Elise out of my mind, I sit at home instead of going out and I type on a computer to get my feelings out, trying to rationalize what is happening to me.

    #42924 — Comments (0) — Jan 8, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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