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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 / 49

    Parenting 101 tells you to pretend all sorts of things with your kids. My daughter was around two when I started to call her 'genitals' pussy. When she was around three and going to preschool I told her she had a pussy and boys had a dick. When she was six and she went to first grade I told her she had a pussy and boys had a dick and boys liked to stick their dick in the girl's pussy and showed her where her vagina was, except I didn't call it vagina I called it her pussy hole.

    When she was eleven I told her that boys liked to have their dicks sucked and when she sucked a dick she had to get in a comfortable position, to hold his dick in her hand and suck on his dick head and stroke him at the same time, when he started to bump to stroke him hard and suck on his dick hard and he would cum, to make sure she sucked him hard and made him cum, if not he was going to want to fuck her pussy and cum inside of her, suck him, don't let him fuck.

    When she was fifteen I put her on the pill, I told her condoms sucked, they ruined the moment and in the moment all she wanted was a hard dick right up her c**t. I told her she had a pussy, but when she wanted to fuck it was called a c**t. I showed her how to shave and keep her pussy looking nice and neat. When to let a boy touch her pussy and when to keep him off. If she had her period to use a large pad so when he got his hand down there he knew she was bleeding and she needed to be left alone. Suck his dick and make him cum.

    In college she told me about the parties, I told her that at those parties not to fuck, she didn't have any idea where that dick had been and she didn't need to get the clap. If she got really horny to find a girl and make out. Girls were soft and sucking on a girls tit felt good and if she really wanted to try something different, get down on a girl and eat her c**t, lick it clean and suck her clit and she was going to be her best friend.

    When she was 25 I told her about a friend of mine in college who liked having her ass licked and fucked. I told her I had never tried that and her father was a prude when it came to that, but if she found a boy who wanted to try to give it a chance, that I had heard that a good ass fucking felt good. She hasn't told me if she found a boy who wants to do that.

    In our house my daughter knew when her father fucked me, she saw me suck his dick. She sucked her first dick when she was twelve, her fourteen year old cousin at the River House for a family reunion. She got her c**t fucked when she was fifteen, right after she went on the pill. She sucked cock in high school and got fucked for prom. In college she experimented, she got around with a girl she liked and they ate c**t. After college she met the man she married, he comes from a conservative family and has a hard time with her talking about fucking and sucking cock. They have a little boy and she calls his dick a dick and wiggles it when she changes him because she know it feels good.

    I have always had a hard time with keeping sex away from kids. It's like drinking, teach them at home and they won't be drunks. Sex is what they are made for, the earlier the better, they just need to know about it before they get surprised. Call me a horny Grandma, but if you sit down and ask my daughter if she likes sex she will tell you she sure does, and licking her girlfriend's wet pussy and sucking her sweet tits is a nice way to pass an afternoon.

    Bend over, hold onto your knees and let him go to town. Your pussy is made for fucking. Enjoy it.

    #45665 — Comments (1) — Jan 16, 2020 at 12:03 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 23

    I am not slim but I am cute, I have glue green eyes and I have a pretty face. All my life boys have fallen for me. I grew up to have a largish bosom and good sized hips. My man friend says that I am 'woman' from head to toe. I like to please him, I like doing things for him. I had a hard time letting go in bed, I was pretty shy as a kid and in many ways I still am. He is my one and only, I have never been with another man and don't have any desires to do that either. If I die and I can say on my death bed only one man had my body then I will die happy. I really can't understand how women can let men just have sex with them. I don't do weird things, I am pretty conservative and I am strictly an on my back girl, play with me a little but when it comes to completing the act I want to be on my back with my man friend on top. I work in a construction company in the office. I can't believe how easy some of the women here are with the men who work here. They all seem to be jealous of me because my man friend is a man with money, at least as far as they are concerned. He really is just normal in his group of friends and he wants me to stop working and finish my college degree, he challenged me with a marriage proposal, they day I graduate I walk down the isle.

    My secret is that I read lots of romance novels and I get very turned on to seduction. If that part of the book is really steamy I can read it over and over again. I get very aroused and I sleep in my wet panties and I can get very wet. That's my only secret sex thing. My man friend does not know about this, I am prim and proper and would never do any of the things that the novels talk about, not even if I was a lost virgin in the desert and saved by the Sheik of Arabi.

    #45609 — Comments (0) — Aug 9, 2019 at 9:30 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 23

    As a Junior Accountant right after college I shared an office with a Senior Accountant, male, who was responsible for training me. I was alone in the city so he took me under his wing socially, and took care of me. I became his sweetheart employee and I became a woman with him. My life path was tied to his.

    Then his girlfriend from college showed up, she felt she had first rights to him so I should leave. He said fight for my place with him, don't let her win. Easier said than done, he enjoyed her and enjoyed me, he let her get in close and he held me close, he told her it was OK with him if she wanted to live with him and me.

    I tried to fight, to be assertive, to push her away but I failed and he accepted her back. My job became to hard to face and I resigned, leaving my job. I don't like being a quitter and a loser. She wants to be my friend, it is so hard for me to be ugly. I wish I had the confidence to just leave, but I can't. He says I am still his sweetheart, but he lets her live with us. I agree that he wants it both ways.

    #45606 — Comments (0) — Aug 8, 2019 at 8:45 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 25

    When I was younger I had a babysitter who was around 50. He was a friend of the family and he would watch me every Saturday because my parents worked on that day. Thinking about it know I was perfectly save from him cause I found out way later that he had Erectile dysfunction so he couldn’t really get at me you know, but he always did something for me on Saturday where he would let me watch him shave his face he was good looking for his age but the oddest thing that got me wet was just hearing him shave, the sound of his facial hair being cut by the lone razor blade I just loved that sound

    #45600 — Comments (1) — Aug 7, 2019 at 7:34 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 53

    My home life was Baptist, one brother, one sister both younger. I was in the ninth grade and a new boy liked me and insisted on sitting beside me at lunch, talk to me before the busses came to pick us up, show off to me in gym. The other girls helped him, pushing me into his arms. That's what happened when we went to a varsity basketball game. He came to the game and the girl beside me made room for him. Shoved up against him she took his arm ad put it around my waist. He took that as a yes and he pulled me close with his arm around me.

    At halftime we all went to the lady's room. He was waiting when I came out and my friend pushed me into him and said bye. His arm around my shoulder he walked me outside and stood me against the wall. He wanted a kiss, it was awkward, but he got a kiss. A door opened and a janitor exited ad he reached and caught the door before it closed, he pulled me in behind him. More kisses in the dark, my dress pulled up my panties pushed down and the onto the floor and I was the first girl in my grade to loose my virginity.

    I was his girlfriend, from then and forever. The rest of high school, lots of sex, we had sex like bunnies. He was very careful with me and we had all the dangerous days counted and he pulled out running his juice all over my stomach or my back. I got a promise ring, we were informally engaged, I was in love from my head to my toes. Then everything came to an end.

    His father was accused of helping commit fraud, he was incarcerated, his family was shamed and my parents prohibited any further relationship with him.

    I think of him, he never went to college and worked as a customer representative for the electric company. I went to college and married a boy I met there. But I never stopped loving him. I live in Dallas and he lives in my childhood home town. We don't talk or socialize, my high school friend keeps me posted. That's my sad story.

    #45599 — Comments (0) — Aug 7, 2019 at 5:13 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 45

    I was programed to have kids, brainwashed, encouraged, threatened, ostracized. It's not that I didn't like children, they are ok in small doses. My issue is more of 'you must be kidding, you are almost forty'. Well life plays tricks on you, and 39 years old working in Seattle I tripped up and did the unthinkable. Not paying attention I let the gentleman do his thing and the next thing you know I am fantasizing that I was off to the races carrying an offspring. Over the following months I talked the talk, made sure the gentleman did his thing, but nothing happened. My world crashed when his sister told me he had a vasectomy when he was in the army.

    I found another man, proven producer three kids with his ex, looking for love and a reborn Christian looking for a stud would do. He did his part and my body responded, my head was all over the place but my body owned the day and I got my child. I am 45 now, survived infancy, terrible twos, toddler, and she is now five. My body is screaming to me, the song I hear every night goes like this 'you can still do it, give your daughter a brother or sister'. My doctor says go for it, my heart says go for it, my head says what are you thinking? My heart really wants to win.

    #45585 — Comments (0) — Aug 6, 2019 at 4:48 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 46

    Here goes,

    Wife is 50, blonde and still fit.
    She will sometimes when we see a pretty girl say something like look at that butt.
    But don't ask her if she likes females, she will say hell no, but appreciates attractive ladies. Whatever that means.
    Two years ago, a very hot girl, married, we have known for years, watched her grow up, at 26 had a baby.
    She would come over at times and visit. I had noticed a leak on her blouse. She joked about it with the wife.
    After she left I asked wife about those things, she explained it all to the dummy me.
    They are full and producing.
    I said dam, I'd like to see those puppies. To my surprise she said I'm sure they are perfect.
    I noticed she Emily, the girl, was coming over often. Usually when I was gone, I suspected and hoped.
    I noticed in hamper my wife's blouse wet down the front a very damp towel. I suspect her getting leaked on?
    My wife admitted to helping her with expressing her milk, she said women do that.
    I have noticed it's not unusual for new moms to come by since.
    Fast forward, at 28 Emily has her second. I'm getting to the bottom of this.
    Wife claims she is in no way bi but has a fetish for nursing boobs and what they give.
    Never kissed the ladies or anything like that, just a boob thing.
    She has even had wine glass half full of milk in fridge, and offered some for me. I must say it is
    really hot sipping some and then seeing that lady next time knowing what she taste like.

    Anyway, women, is this a normal fetish that ladies think about?

    I have no prob with it!

    #45554 — Comments (3) — Aug 4, 2019 at 6:41 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 22

    I guess that what I have is a secret jealousy. My situation is that I am a graduate student at a top ten university and I work in a lab with another graduate student. We are both females and we come from so called good families. We have been friends for a while now, since undergrad and we roomed together for a semester but now she is rooming off campus with her younger sister who is an undergrad.

    My feelings for her are clouded and at times very strong. I don't like it when someone gets close to her or touches her, except maybe for her younger sister. The other day we were at a restaurant, with her sister mind you, and a guy just quietly swatted her behind. She turned on him but I felt like strangling him and I yelled DON'T TOUCH HER. Everyone heard me and she got very embarrassed and her sister told me to cool it, it was probably an accident. It wasn't he touched her rear end on purpose.

    This is just an example, because there are thousands of similar things. Just having someone talk to her makes me feel like butting in. I saw a text she sent a mutual friend, it was just a text but she said 'miss you' and that was enough to make me angry. I spoke to a lady off campus and she told me that I had jealousy and possession issues and that I needed to control them, none of the issues I described to her warranted that I blow up like I do, even if, in the remotest possibility I was in love with her. Ha, Ha. But once she said it, she made me admit to her that I had feelings for her that are not just between friends. Two more sessions and I was letting my feelings out.

    I know that she appreciates me as a friend, but she has never let me in. She is still sore that I lost my temper that night and yelled at that guy for touching her and that it was none of my business. She doesn't date and since we were juniors when we first met and roomed together she only hangs out with me, including sharing summer holidays together at each other's homes. We have slept together but because that was the best option and one of us didn't then have to sleep on the couch. I know for a fact that she has separation anxiety issues when I am with other people and she isn't included. Unlike her I let her in to my life. I have a million texts and I receive a million pictures from her, all day long. And some are not for sharing, and I have sent her like type pictures. Nothing gross but intimate, girl stuff, I'll show you if you will show me type of stuff.

    My therapist says that I need to come out and tell her point blank, not subtleness. Just say it out loud, I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I just can't get the nerve to do that. I have always thought of myself of being straight, but now I don't know.

    #45543 — Comments (0) — Aug 3, 2019 at 11:56 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove It. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 29

    I worked two part time jobs, one my dream job working as a trainer at a CrossFit club and the other as the morning receptionist at a dealership because I got benefits. I spent time with both boys and girls and I was into a very intense relationship with another woman trainer at the club. We were both in our late twenties, as fit as we had ever been, defined, sculpted. Our sex life was me on her, she lapsed into a passive/receptor role giving the complete field to work on my lovemaking skills. I was in love with her, my first true love.

    Then she called me one morning at the dealership, she said she wanted to wave to me from the top of the parking garage next door. I went outside, she said I love you and jumped. And just like that I lost her. No notes, no calls, nothing. She killed herself and no one knows why.

    A month later I was crying on the shoulder of a friend, he listened and said what I needed was to get laid. Just get my ass fucked, no strings attached. Of course he offered. I said go ahead fuck the shit out of me. I went passive, totally up to him, fuck me any way he wanted. I went into a trance like state, went into a climax that felt like it went on forever. Then I knew what she wanted, why she was so passive, why her orgasms were so intense. His climax was complete, I let him cum until he was empty.

    I am so much into being his girlfriend right now, it just feels good. I know she is smiling at me.

    #45515 — Comments (1) — Jul 31, 2019 at 1:55 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 46

    My family has a secret that I don't talk about. My father was a GI during the occupation in Germany following the War and he brought back a war bride, my mother. My mother told stories of how she grew up in a fine family but that the war had taken it all and they had fallen on difficult times when she met my father. The truth, which she confided in me the last year before her death was quite different. She was a prostitute when she met my father and he was a fool who fell for her and brought her to America. Her upbringing was poor and ordinary, her father was a cobbler and her mother took in wash. Her father was killed on the Eastern Front and after he was killed her mother prostituted her three daughters and there were plenty of customers for three young girls at the time. After the war they continued to be prostitutes and that is how she met my father.

    My father came back after his assignment with his war bride and settled into the industrial belt, became a machinist and set up his own shop and did well. My grandmother had hit pay dirt, the pot and the end of the rainbow and lived a very comfortable life. My father put a lot of pressure on her and she had no choice but to bear two children, my brother and I. I studied History as an undergraduate and got a masters as well. It was my history degree that led me to Germany to find out about my past and I discovered the multiple arrest records for prostitution for my mother and her sisters, they were very active girls with the boys during the occupation. Through those records I found the other records, where they lived and all and more than one reference to their early prostitution during the war. The Wehrmacht liked young girls. I confronted her and she had no choice but to admit it. She died several months after my father in 1999.

    I never had any ill will for her, those were her times. I hope that from time to time she enjoyed some of the men she was with. This secret is with me and I haven't told a soul.

    I have never been successful in love and during my college days I wandered off the beaten path to entertain myself with some young man who was looking for woman, more so when I was young and in college than now. The difference between my mother and me is that I never charged, I just got a lot of pleasure out of one night stands with strangers. I never worked, living off of my father's business and later inheritance to me, I moved to Arizona and I have many friends for the evening, snow birds from Canada who come down alone and need a woman to sleep with. I pride myself in being able to bring a man back to life and enjoy the fruits of my labor. I still enjoy sex, penetration sex, I want it all and if it has to be with men of my generation so be it. Since discovering my mother's past any guilts that I had about having sex went out the window, as far as I am concerned if God didn't want me to enjoy what I have between my legs he should have not given me a pleasure hole.

    So like mother like daughter, some things run in families even if you don't find out about it until you are middle aged.

    #45498 — Comments (1) — Jul 30, 2019 at 10:18 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove It.
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