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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 Male / 40






    Most females are just hitches looking to use a guy for money or sex. They will try everything in the book to get what they want. Mother fuckers.

    No I'm not gay. They make me sick too.




    #38467 — Comments (1) — Dec 17, 2017 at 9:25 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This. ( ***** )
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    Straight Female / 35

    It really is not fair, it is a form of discrimination. Only once was I 'hit on' at work, had my breast rubbed and given the choice of getting on my knees and giving him a blow job. He never said it, but I guessed that if I didn't I would not be in his good graces. When you are 21 you get on your knees, you put his penis in your mouth, close your eyes and give him a blow job until he cums. I wasn't that experienced and I really liked it when he came and I liked that I swallowed some of his cum. I was 21 and it was kind of erotic even if I didn't like it, it was erotic in a way that nothing else has been erotic.

    But getting back to discrimination, I know girls that have never been grabbed, not at work, not at a bar, not at school at a football game. They are not ugly, sure they are not 'hot', but they have nice faces and bodies. I have this one woman I work with, she is 39 and she has never been fucked. I thought my life was bad, I was fucked at 13 and he never called me by my name, he called me 'shit face'. To be 39 and never been fucked is lonely, that is how she put it. I told her about the day I was told to get on my knees and give my boss a blow job. She wasn't angry, she said that if she was asked she would do it.

    She has never had the experience of a penis. She wants the experience, but who is going to give her that experience.

    Another woman I met, we met on a cruise. She was there looking for a relationship. On that cruise mostly all the men were with women already, and those that weren't were creeps, at least to me. I was on the cruise with my parents who were celebrating their 40th anniversary. Not that it matters, but she was in her late 30s. She had never had a boyfriend, and had never had sex either. I asked, and she answered. She told me she was ready to 'settle'.

    I am attracted to A type men. Men like my dad, and yes, men like that boss that had me give him a blow job. When I was 21 I didn't know that, but now that I am 35 I know that. My boyfriend is definitely an A type, and he and my dad get along fine. Me and my mom hang back and wait to be called. Funny how that is inherited. I have accepted it, I like to please. I don't have a problem with my role any more.

    #38455 — Comments (1) — Dec 17, 2017 at 9:46 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 37

    Back in my late teens my parents sent me to live with my older brother who was in college. The idea was that I would keep house and look after him. My parents never offered for me to go to college.

    My older brother has always been a jerk and an idiot. One night he had some friends of his over and as usual I had to serve them all. This one guy kept looking at me and my brother told him that if he wanted me he could have me, I was more or less worthless. His friend looked at him, and my brother told him to go ahead and take me back to the room and fuck me and if he liked me then take me with him to live because I was worthless to him.

    I was taken back to my bedroom and I was fucked. After I was fucked my brother helped get my things and threw me out and sent me to live with his friend. I didn't work or go to college, I was a maid and he fucked me when he wanted to. When he left college I had to find a job.

    I was 24 years old and I had gotten a job as clerk for a company. A man there took interest in me and kept picking my face up to look at him when he talked to me. He told me to stand up straight and get my chest out, when he looked at me he wanted to make sure that he was looking at a girl. One day, I was in the kitchen of the office where we worked and he walked up behind me and whispered that he wanted to get his dick in me.

    I became his lover and I got pregnant with a boy. His wife accused me of being a home wrecker but she never left him and he kept me as a lover and my son and I lived in the middle, between his wife and him. She always sent birthday gifts to my son and at Christmas she always made sure that we both had nice Christmas presents. As I approached thirty, my son was going to first grade, she came to me with an offer.

    If I went to college and got a degree and I was able to support myself, would I agree to drop out of the picture?

    They paid for my college, and paid for me not to work so that I could finish as soon as possible. I got an accounting degree since I had worked as an accounting clerk. After graduation, he helped me get a job for a good company and we kept our word and we remain friends but we are no longer lovers.

    I am 37 years old now and through work I met an engineer who is divorced with two kids and we have our thing going. I told him that if we got married I would have a child with him. The one thing I know I learned from my son's father was to look people in the eye when we talk. If anything pissed him off, not looking at him in the eye pissed him off.

    My parents are way in the background of my life, I really don't have much to do with them. My brother, I can spend the rest of my life and never talk to him again. My son's father is really the man that I look up to, he is the real father figure in my life. We are close in a way that I can't explain, it goes both ways.

    #38443 — Comments (3) — Dec 16, 2017 at 9:23 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 29

    I worked for this man in a small office. The bookkeeping lady retired and he hired another girl about my age. He got ahold of her one day and fucked her in his office. She made a scene and everything but he had her number and fucked her several times a week. She asked me if he fucked me and I told her no, which was the truth. Why he fucked her and not me I don't know, but he did.

    He was nice to me, I got paid well and took care of my responsibilities. I just never had to go into his office like she did.

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    Straight Male / 25


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    Straight Female / 19

    Hi, soon after I turned 18 I was coerced into joining a coven. A coven is a group of people who believe and practice magic or wicca. It was nothing bad of course, no sacrifices or animals and definitely no demon worship or silly stuff like that.

    The leader of the coven was an Irish man named Finnion. He was a odd gentleman who wore the most outlandish cloths and had a taste for the victorian era. He and I got on rather well over the year i was there, we did but heads every now and again when it came to moral understanding.

    There were seven of us in the coven, each having our own special talents. My talent was being able to see animal spirits. Finnion's was being able to conduct black magic, necromancy and a strange type voodoo.

    The night the story takes place was on Halloween, or as our coven call it the Feast of the Dying Sun. It was the one night a year where spirits and fey could come back to the human world for just until dawn. We were having a celebration out in the garden by a bomb fire.

    Finnion had pulled a heshen sack from his back pack and emptied a dead crow, he didn't kill it himself he had told us, it had been hit by a car and he wanted to use it as a offering to the Moon Goddess, this didn't sit well with me so I took the poor little thing and put it's body in the fire. I could have gotten away with that but what i did next is probably what got me in trouble.

    I took a full unopened bottle of red whine and poured the whole thing onto his head...... he was wearing a white shirt. Now, When Finnion gets mad, he gets MAD. But for once, he didn't start yelling, didn't show any signs of anger. He just looks at me and says.

    "When everyone else leaves you come to my office." The rest of the night was quite quiet.

    When the coals had burned out and the others left, except for the twins, they were kinda like Finnion's right hands. I cautiosly went up the stair of the old victorain house being excorted by the brothers and went into the study. Finnion had changed his cloths to something that wasn't stained with red wine. He told me he was going to punsih me.

    I was made to take off my cloths and and put on a corset. I was frightend but i couldn't help but be somewhat aroused at the same time. The desk had been cleared and he had a wooden paddle resting against it. On the dest was a jug of melted candle wax that was kept on boil, a large capicty syinge (thankfully without a needle) and several ginger roots.

    He had me bend over the desk and spread my legs. He instantly got to work skinning and carving the the first ginger root. When it was done he took the syringe and filled it right up with melted wax. Before i could even react the twins had held me down by my arms, Finnion put the syringe into me as far as it could go before he pressed the plunger, it burned hell it burned so much but i couldn't help but want for more. He did this several times until i was starting to leak. Then he put the carved ginger root inside me to keep the wax in. Finnion called this figging, apparantly used in the victorian era to punsih disobeydiant wives. It was with the ginger root that it really started stinging and burning far more worse than any wax could do.

    He took the wooden paddle and told me I was going to get spanked fourty times by him, fouty times by Thomas and then fourty times by Dorsen. He then took another carved ginger root and put it in my ass.

    I loved it, the spanking, the figging, the wax. It hurt so much by it felt so good. And What a way to lose your virginity too. After it all he fucked me, hard and rough before telling me that if i ever insulted him like that again he would shove a vibrator inside me put it on the highest setting and leave me tied up for four hours.

    #38308 — Comments (1) — Dec 6, 2017 at 1:49 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 25

    I am an actual natural blonde, and proudly so. I have had men and women ask me if 'the curtains match the rug'. I consider the comment to be very ignorant, but I never know how to voice my displeasure. Does anyone else have this problem? If so, any advice?

    #38304 — Comments (9) — Dec 5, 2017 at 9:19 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 46

    I grew up in a mid size mid western city. I was born in the early 50s. As a child I took piano lessons and the professor ran his hands up and down my legs, inside my thighs, pushed the back of his hand against my vulva, kissed me soundly on the mouth, patted my bottom, showed me his dick, got a hard on while we sat at the piano, had me stroke his dick, had me bend over the piano while he inserted his dick in my vagina. I loved him, I loved being touched, held, kissed, fondled, and I enjoyed the feeling of his hard dick in my vagina.

    When I was 15 I rode the bus to school and a new boy started school, he was from Argentina and his parents had moved to our town where his dad was the new bank president. One day he told me to get off the bus with him close to his house, we walked around, went to this park close to his house, he showed me his dick and got me on the ground and fucked me real good. It was my first real fucking, with somebody my own size and his dick went all the way in and it felt good.

    We fucked a lot, we had this place in the park that pretty well hidden and that's where we went to fuck. His dick was uncircumcised, but I learned how to peel back his foreskin to suck him. I guess I was a regular tramp. He told some of his friends about me and soon I had a lot of attention at school and was fucking after school. I liked fucking and I liked being naked, I liked letting the boys see my breasts. This was the mid sixties and I knew about getting pregnant so when the time wasn't right for me, I made the boys pull out and spread their stuff on my stomach or back. I didn't get pregnant.

    I got a scholarship, not a big one, but a scholarship to go to college and became a school teacher. I fucked the principal, who was married with five kids. I fucked with him and he always took care of me. Later on I met this preacher, he was a new minister at our church and I started fucking with him. With him I did get pregnant and ended up married with three kids.

    I like to fuck, I suck but I prefer to fuck. I was careful with my daughters, I didn't want them around a dirty old man like my piano teacher, but that doesn't mean I didn't like getting kissed and felt up and fucked a little by him.

    One day in an open discussion with a woman friend from the church I told her that women were born to fuck. If God didn't want us to fuck why did he make it so good. She took offense at that, but that is why her husband ran around on her. He had found someone else to fuck.

    I told my daughters when they were in their junior and senior years at high school to fuck but be careful. By then it was easy to get them birth control. My view was that they should enjoy their bodies while they are young. Soon they were going to be growing babies and baby hell was going to take over their lives. Baby hell lasts a long long time, baby after baby, and then you have them around as kids. My husband, who quit the ministry and became a school counselor tells me that all day every day there are these issues of girls at school who got fucked by some boy and the school is supposed to stop it. There is no stopping it. It just feels too good to stop.

    Sorry if I offended you, I know a lot of women in particular are offended with my views. All I ask, tell me what feels better than a man on top fucking you. Anything? I'm listening.

    #38303 — Comments (5) — Dec 5, 2017 at 9:08 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 51

    I'm not a prude so I don't object when my husband buys a porn magazine or dvd. We still have a good sex life.

    Once in a while he insists on sharing these items with me, and I don't object. However, I am curious about one thing. I admit that I've never had sex with another man, but I'm wondering if most men are as endowed as the men in the mag's and dvd's? This seems particularly true with the black men.

    When I posed this question to my husband he told me that these guys are the exception, not the rule. True?

    #38295 — Comments (14) — Dec 5, 2017 at 2:04 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 55

    I am a 55 year old grandmother. My son, 31, lost his wife three years ago to another man. He's been raising my 11 year old granddaughter on his own.

    Every summer the whole family goes on a vacation to the shore. This year my son asked me if I would take Cindy, my granddaughter, to get a new bathing suit. I was only too happy to do so.

    After looking at a number of suits Cindy decided to try on a cute 2 piece suit. Being protective I went along with her to the changing room. Cindy kept her back to me while undressing but had to turn around to get her suit from me.

    To say I was shocked is an understatement. Cindy looked like a grown woman from the waist down. She had a growth of pubic hair that must have extended 3 or 4 inches. I tried my best not to stare but I couldn't believe it.

    After buying the suit and returning home I got on my computer to do a little research. Until I read the results I guess I didn't realize how much things have changed since I was eleven.

    #38280 — Comments (2) — Dec 4, 2017 at 1:01 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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