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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 / 27

    Well this is it. I hate my job now, I want to stay home, I don't want to go to work. I am 27 years old and I have a son. My son's father has another woman and she gets to stay home. I have to go to work everyday, I have to drop my son off at daycare everyday, I have to spend all day at this stupid job until four before I can go pick up my son to go home. I resent her, I am jealous of her, everyday when I have to get in the car to take my son to daycare I have to drive by her house and I cry. I try not to cry in front of my son, he is eighteen months old but still he shouldn't see his mother cry.

    She has offered to take care of my son, but when I went to her house to drop off my son and go to work I fell apart, crying miserably like a moron. She doesn't' want to work and she doesn't have to work, I don't want to work but I have to work. It's unfair all the way around.

    #43580 — Comments (2) — Mar 1, 2019 at 8:26 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    My father died of a self inflicted wound. He left us in the street. He had a gambling problem and the house was mortgaged the bank accounts empty the life insurance not existent and the credit cards maxed out. My mother had a nervous breakdown and lost her job. My friend in school took us in. I slept with her in her room and my mother got the small guest room. I was 13 at the time.

    She and I have been sleeping together now for ten years, all the way through high school all the way through college and we live together and sleep together. Sometimes we fight for the blanket and sometimes we spoon. Sometimes we say I love you and walk on and sometimes we say I love you and make love. We talk about boys but of course we have never really talk about boys.

    My question to myself and to her is if you are born to fall in love like this or if it is an accident driven by tragedy? Are we lesbians or are we just two girls who can't seem to move on? I am going to say lesbian because it has been ten years and because I do love her but neither one of us has ever dated anyone and much less gone out with a guy.

    #43553 — Comments (0) — Feb 26, 2019 at 8:55 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 28

    I grew up in middle America, out there where there is one stop light and a Dollar store. I managed to go to college, first at the Junior college in the city 50 miles away and then on to the four year college. I worked my way through, I borrowed money but fortunately I am frugal and managed to keep my student debts down. I worked as a maid at a hotel, I worked as a waitress at the Waffle House, I worked as a clerk in the Kinesiology Department, but I got my degree. I tried sales and didn't like it, I just am not that good at commission sales so I transferred into the office in an Accounts Payable position at the corporate headquarters and here I am.

    Except that six months ago I was in the company cafeteria and a man came in and the place was full so he walked over to my table and asked if he could sit down and he did. We talked about things, mostly about my college and my lunch hour was over and I excused myself, he asked for my name and I went back to work. Around three my supervisor called me to her office and introduced me to Mrs. Anderson and I was to go with her because Mr. Smith (not his real name) was waiting for me. Mrs. Anderson led the way, we went up the elevators to the 30th floor and then she used a pass key to get on another elevator to the 32nd floor. She knocked on a door and she ushered me into an office the size of a house, and there was the man that had lunch at my table.

    He introduced himself as Mr. Smith, he was the CEO of the company and he said that he didn't like unended conversations, he invited me to sit on this couch and he sat in the chair, offered me something to drink and Mrs. Anderson went to get it. He renewed our conversation, told me about himself and asked deeper and deeper questions about my home and family. He told me about his home and family, he grew up very differently than I did. The time went by, an hour and he laughed and made me laugh and asked me if I always ate in the cafeteria. He said that he had a call but that he wanted to have a permanent date with me, called Mrs. Anderson in and told her to reserve Tuesdays for us to have lunch.

    We had lunch in his private dining room. On Tuesdays Mrs. Anderson would send me the menu for the day so that I could select from it. On Tuesdays we had lunch alone and he was very upset when he was interrupted. Mrs. Anderson learned to hold his calls. We talked about things, the weather, the economy, the Opera, the town we lived in. He asked me how it felt to be a millennial growing up today. He admired me, he said it out loud. He was so nice, he was always courteous and friendly and he hated to see the lunch time end. So did I. I waited for Tuesdays.

    My mother's birthday was coming up and I told him I was going for the weekend and he asked if he could come with me, he wanted to meet my mother and father. I was confused but he insisted and we drove to my parent's home on Saturday. He stayed in the local motel and I stayed with my parents. I introduced him to my family, my parents and my siblings. He walked the property with my father, he told my mother she was a good cook. After dinner on Sunday he asked for permission to speak and he asked my father for my hand in marriage. I had only met him three months earlier, I was shocked but what can you do? My father looked at me and said if that is what I wanted. Fine then, he went to his coat pocket and brought back a ring and asked me to be his wife.

    I have lunch on Tuesday's with him, the wedding is set for July when my mother is off for the summer. I see him once or twice a week in the evenings. He likes me to sit beside him now, not across from him. He likes me to wear my engagement ring. At work I don't talk about it, it is bad enough the rumors of why I go upstairs to his office. He has kissed me to make things complete, he likes to walk with me and we walk instead of going in his car. His car follows behind us and we only get in after we have had time to walk. I made love with him last week, our first time together like that. I told him he should take a test drive before buying the car. Do I love him? I ask myself that a lot, I don't know, I like him and look forward to being with him, I like talking with him. Does he love me? I presume he does, he tells me he fell in love on our first date when he sat with me in the cafeteria.

    I do give Mrs. Anderson my weekly and monthly plans so that she can make sure that he sets time aside for me when I am available. She also said that she wouldn't make me go the Opera again. She intimidates me and I can't call her Alice. We are traveling to his home country to meet his extended family in March, he says it is tradition to show off the bride.

    #43552 — Comments (2) — Feb 26, 2019 at 8:45 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 21

    I had a dream a woman ate my pussy in front of other girls. It felt so good, I wanna know what it feels like.

    #43523 — Comments (1) — Feb 24, 2019 at 7:25 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 31

    I think my neighbor moved back in with his parents, I know his parents pretty well. I am happy he did, he is hot as hell, I mean Iâve seen hot guys before but Jesus Christ this one is smokinâ. I am married so there is no chance of anything happening but this summer if he still lives there I think Iâll be outside a lot.... What makes it even worse is I know Iâm his âtypeâ thatâs just based on his last girlfriend. A girl can stare right? And fantasize hopelessly....

    #43497 — Comments (0) — Feb 22, 2019 at 5:46 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 48

    I've been divorced and living alone for exactly 4 years next Tuesday. I have a son who made a career in the Air Force and am lucky if I see him once or twice a year. I have dated a few men but learned quickly they only dated me for the sex. One of them drugged me and for an entire weekend not only abused my body but permitted one of his friends to have sex with me. I thought about going to the police but was way to embarrassed to admit my stupidity for dating this guy for 2 months. Another thing is that he took many photos of me that weekend and threatened to show them around. That was more than 2 years ago and since then I have succumbed to radical masturbation. I have become obsessed with vibrators and many other forms of stimulating sex toys. I remember when the thought of anal sex was revolting to me yet now I penetrate myself anally with vibrators and vibrating beads. Some nights I spend an hour or more over satisfying myself and orgasm numerous times. Its gotten so intense that I often have anal and vaginal pains the next day. I switch with different vibrators and most of the time am penetrated both anally and vaginally while fondling my own breasts. Its become like a bad habit and I find myself abusing my own body. Its so bad I have no desire anymore to have real sex with a man. I work in a finance office with some great people who I am sure think of me as a clean living woman. I can't even tell my best friend or my sister about this knowing its not a normal or healthy way to live. I doubt many or any women put their self though such deviate masturbation like I'm doing every night. Over the past 24 months I have spent more than a thousand dollars on the most sophisticated vibrators, beads, lotions and sinister sex toys. Some of them are terribly uncomfortable yet still simulating and in a way almost like torture. As horrible as this sounds I get uncontrollable orgasms and must tolerate the cramps and pains I have the next morning. Like the fool I am it only continues day after day. Seldom does a day go by when I don't masturbate and abuse myself. I don't know why I let it get this habitual and constantly put these stimulators into my body the ways I do. Its almost automatic when after I shower I spend the next hour or two masturbating then shower again and go to bed. It doesn't matter if I'm out late or not and the time makes no difference. On weekends I have done it afternoon and again at night many times. There must be something wrong with me yet I can't ask anyone or admit to the things I am doing to myself. There must be other women with similar habits but I certainly don't know of any.

    #43495 — Comments (3) — Feb 22, 2019 at 2:31 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    I am a healthy 27 years old. My mother died unexpectedly at the age of 46 and I was in deep grief. The funeral was long and steamy and the people were full of false caring. I felt nothing but revulsion being there, I wanted out, to get out of there and just go breathe the air. One of the men that came to the funeral is a friend of mine from college, he was my Finance professor and he took me under his wing and it because of him that I stayed in college and finished my degree. He came and when he came over to give his condolences he hugged me, pulled me tight into his arms so that I could not move and kissed my lips and cheeks and whispered in my ear that he was always going to be there for me.

    In all my life I had never felt this terrible rage at being controlled and this uncontrollable urge to be dragged to the ground and fucked. His kiss on my lips was not the kiss of a friend, his hands on me were not the hands of a friend, his grip was too tight for me to break, in front of all those people he held me and kissed me letting every man in the room know that he had rights with me and he intended to use them.

    He sat in a pew so that he was visible to me the entire time I was up at the podium reading my eulogy, my knees were weak, his stare would not leave me alone, I could not take my eyes away from him, I could see his hands in his lap and I kept thinking of things that were not right. I finished and sat down and I could feel his eyes on my neck, my hands were sweating in my sister's hands, she said I was flush and she worried that I was going to break down. That evening my little sister was my big sister, she was worried for me.

    At the reception he put his arm around my shoulder and I instinctively put my arm around his waist. He walked me to the hall outside the reception room and told me he had come for me and he was going to take me home with him. He kissed me again, he was intense with no intention of letting me go, he gripped me against him and all I could do was breathe through my nose as his kiss went through me. He didn't wait for the reception to end, he didn't wait for me to go tell my sister he was taking me away, he didn't wait he just stuffed me in his car and took me to his house and stripped me down in the living room before pushing me backwards into his bedroom and onto his bed to fuck me.

    After his fuck we sat naked on the bed and he told me how he was going to take care of me. He touched me over and over again, running his fingers across my shoulders, arms, boobs, legs, and in between my legs. He touched my lips before kissing me, he took my hand and had me hold his penis while he pushed me back down on the bed and fucked me again.

    The night passed and he took me home the next morning, my sister was upset that I had left without telling anyone, she wanted an explanation for me leaving, she was upset that I had gone with a man and let him have sex with me. The end result of the day of my mother's funeral is that my ex-professor, a man older than my deceased mother took with him to take care of me and kept me in his house. Being healthy and 27 got me a girl that I named after my mother. The extreme heat is off, but the hot button is still there and I suppose that because when he comes home from work I am always there he is content with a kiss and a hug before we go to bed. The hot button is there, he knows exactly where. My little sister is a non-believer and she accuses me of using my grief to get a man to support me. I tell her that one day and she doesn't know when her hot button is going to be pushed and then it is all going to be over for her, so just wait her turn is coming.

    #43468 — Comments (0) — Feb 21, 2019 at 9:08 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 47

    After I retired I started to look for fun activities, things like clubs for retirees etc. What no fun places those are. In any event I met some ladies there who played poker on Thursday night and they asked me to join. The tables were usually for four and with me they had put together two four person tables. I am not that good at poker but I do play cards and they aren't that good either and in any event my husband says that the pot ain't big enough to bother with.

    One Thursday night some weeks ago there were only four of us playing and one of the ladies suggested me make it interesting and we play strip poker. We are all in our fifties and we are all, how can I put it, well endowed above the waist. To start we all agreed to go topless, let it all hang out and go from there. To be honest I have never considered myself a prude but that night sitting there with all those tits out in the open, and they were all nice large nippled tits any man would get a boner to play with gave me the hots, it had been a long time since I was just plain wet with out any outside stimulation.

    Every move that one of the ladies made, reaching or turning or just laughing made all those tits dance at the table, mine included. Maybe my perception only but everyone's shoulders got straighter and there was a subconscious competition to which one of the ladies present had the better set of tits. We continued to play and off went one shoe and then another and then off went a watch and then off went a pair of earrings. It is surprising at the amount of stuff ladies have on that can keep them in the game. But finally things started to come off, pants.

    As the pants came off the lady had to stand in front of the other ladies and slowly, every so slowly lower their pants until they were standing there in their everyday panties. We got to the point when the only thing left on was panties and the next lady to loose the hand was going to bare her pussy for us. Lady X lost the next round and she complied, standing before the table and lowered her panties bit by bit exposing her pussy, standing back so we could see her glory letting each one of stand and go around and touch those lips and bend over and suck on a tit. There seemed to have been no shame on anyone's part, those tits beckoned to be sucked and her smooth pussy lips felt so naughty under my finger tips.

    In the end every lady got naked as the day she was born and every lady had her pussy touched and her tits sucked by the other ladies. There is just something so incredibly erotic at having two ladies sucking your tits as they slowly touch your pussy. If we had been thirty years younger we would have been on our knees with our noses deep in each other's business, but as it was the extent of our erotica was to play and suck tits and gently feel our pussy lips.

    I went home with only one thing on my mind, I wanted my husband to come to attention and fuck me. I wasn't in the mood for any foreplay, I wanted his dick to fuck me, I came home without panties and described to my husband our poker game and bent over in front his chair in the den and said 'fuck me'. Whether it was my naked behind in his face, or the story of the ladies at the poker game I will never know but he did respond with a hard enough dick and he fucked me and he was able to complete his mission, not something that happens very often any more.

    I happen to have always been in love with my tits, I just love them and I love showing them off and having my husband treat himself to some mommy time. I love getting fucked, I always have. It seems that sometimes foreplay gets in the way of getting fucked. I bet that when man was walking across the plains he didn't waste anytime with foreplay, he grabbed whatever woman he could get his hands on and fucked her before any other man could fuck her and kept her for himself. That is the way I felt that night going home to him.

    #43467 — Comments (1) — Feb 21, 2019 at 8:36 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 51

    Horniness took over. We were at a party at a cu de sac house and we got bored so my sister and I and two guys went out to his car to listen to music. We kissed and they felt us up and my guy asked for tits so I gave him tits and my sister followed and we both got banged in the car. It wasn't the first time we got banged together and it wasn't the first time we got banged by the guys. But we were fourteen and fifteen and the guys were in their mid twenties and we were at the party without permission and the cops caught us naked in the car.

    When the cops found out how old we were the problem went from bad to real bad. Our parents were called and our guys were handcuffed and in the back of the police car, another police car came to help and the party people on the inside were watching everything, and I am sure that every girl got dressed and the alcohol was poured down the drain and M was flushed down the toilet. These parties were of all adults, over 21 we were the only two underage girls there. Buy since we were caught outside the house the cops didn't go into the house.

    Our parents were disappointed in us, not that this was the first time we were caught without our clothes on, but the problem was the guys. Our father was an attorney, he practices corporate law but he had friends and he got them to come to the rescue. The cops did not witness sex, they only witnessed that we were naked, so the charges were dropped to being naked with us and they got probation and a warning. After they were released on bond my sister and I gave them our full attention.

    It was the era of peace and love, and long before the social issues of today. Our parents were not so much OK with it, but they didn't put a lot of store in how bad sex was for kids. We were on the pill and the guys were known to my parents and they had gotten us naked before and you don't get naked to just look. Just keep it within our group.

    We grew up eventually and my sister and I have always enjoyed sex together. Our guys kept us happy for the longest time but we needed more and after we got started with other men our guys said sayonara and they left us. That was a mistake, but once made there was no turning back the clock. We became well known, that was something our parents did not like, but we were well past 21 at that time and who and where we went to get what we needed was our business. We both found husbands in our later twenties and had families and we continued to enjoy sex together, and our husbands learned to make it happen that way.

    We are now going to turning 60 and we still enjoy sex and we enjoy sex together like we always have. We have expanded to other couples and we get together once or twice a month for a group gang bang. We have met couples that are into the same sex thing but we are not, we are strictly men with women. We live in Florida and we have some friends that have a nice pleasure craft and we go out past where the fishing takes place and we enjoy some naked times on board and we taste of the forbidden fruit with other couples. We are all in the same age group between fifty and sixty and it is a far cry from the parties when we got caught naked in the car, but it is a party and we get banged together while the husbands watch.

    We just thought it would be nice to let people know that sex is fun and the more sex you have the more fun it is.

    #43456 — Comments (0) — Feb 20, 2019 at 11:02 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 31

    Twelve years ago I was serving tables at a college pizza parlor and a college kid parked with his BMW and walked in. He ordered and he had his pizza and asked a couple of questions. At the end of the meal I asked him if that was his car and he said it was, he had a trust. I didn't know what a trust was so I asked and he spent a couple of minutes explaining to me what it was like to have so much money that you would never have to work, the money was in a TRUST, so he got a distribution once a month while he was in college which was more than either one of my parent's ever made in their life. The whole explanation from him took less than five minutes.

    He asked me to step out and look at his car, maybe it was slow or I was stupid I don't know but I went outside to look at his car. What can I say it was a BMW with everything you wanted and he told me it was the M3 model which meant nothing to me. He told me to get in he would take me for a ride, I told him I was working, he told me working was for poor people, he told me to get in and he would take me for a ride. He opened the door and I had to get in, he got in and we left.

    The short story is that he took me for a ride, my boss told me one more stunt like that and I would be fired. He said that was my problem, being poor and he gave me five hundred dollars in cash and told me to go tell my boss I quit. We got in his car, we went to my apartment and got some clothes and we set off on a road trip. We stopped at several motels and he had fun with me, we kept on driving and we ended up in Nevada and in Reno he just said that we should get married, he might as well marry me and get that over with and anyway I shouldn't have to work I wasn't made for that.

    We got married at this court house, we stopped at a store in California and he bought me a ring to wear, we drove to LA and we dipped our toes in the Pacific Ocean in Ventura and we got in the car and went back to my hometown to finish college only I didn't have to work at the pizza parlor anymore. I don't work, I have a college degree but I don't work.

    He works for his family's business and we live in this big house on the Delaware coast, and I have my own BMW X5 and he is driving a new M series X5. I know a lot about BMWs now, not that it is real useful information but he likes BMWs so I have had to learn. I don't work, that is the part that is still strange. So I had a couple of kids, they are 10 and 7 and I am so bored I want to have another one.

    #43435 — Comments (2) — Feb 19, 2019 at 9:07 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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