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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 / 26

    I lied to my fiance about how many men I've slept with. I feel horrible about it but can't tell him the truth now.

    #42902 — Comments (5) — Jan 6, 2019 at 9:36 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 30

    Unemployed and looking for a temporary place to live an ex-coworker told me that I could stay with him in exchange for housework while I found another job. I didn't like the word housekeeper so at a curbside discussion with one of the neighbors I told her I was a housewife. A big lie, but I wanted to be accepted. The ladies on the block got together for breakfast in a round robin affair and I was invited and I had to host. I made sure that the 'guest' room was totally the 'guest' room cramming everything I owned into a suitcase and placing my toiletries hair dryer and stuff in the master bedroom. Everything went well and I have always liked to host and having a nice big kitchen and dining room made it easy.

    My house husband, ex-coworker got cornered by one of the neighbors and he commented to him that he didn't know he had gotten married. He told him the truth, which got back to me via the man's wife, which put me in the world of being a liar and an imposter. I was called out, but I stuck to my story telling them that the reason I had moved in was to be his wife I was definitely not there as a temporary housekeeper. Whether they believed me or not that is the way I lived, I kept going to the breakfast get togethers I kept having my turn at hosting, I kept the 'guest' room game alive and I told stories of how hard it was to be the housewife, always short of money no matter how big my allowance was. All this conflicted with what he said but somehow they believed me and not him.

    At a dinner with one of our neighbors the wife and mother of the house asked me when I was planning on starting my family and I answered that I was ready. I looked at him with eyes on fire and he chose to back me up. Back at the house he asked me why if I had moved in permanently he was sleeping alone. That night I got my pillow and I went to his room and got in bed with him. Needless to say he waited about twelve seconds before he got his business done.

    I was pregnant with my first child about four months when he took me to Las Vegas to marry me, this was early December. For Christmas cards that year we sent out a picture of me holding my baby belly of seven months by then with his arms around me. They were also wedding confirmations. I had gone from houseguest and housekeeper to housewife and expectant mother in a little over a year. I had just turned 23 when my first son was born. I say first son because I had another one a year later, family meant family, several kids. I had my next two four years later. I am happily married, of course, with four kids and we live in our house on the same block and I continue to host my turn at the breakfast round robin and I am now part of the neighborhood. To the new members of our breakfast club the story does get told of how I moved in, and my answer is well why not.

    How did you meet your husband? It is always a great conversation starter and it breaks the ice with women. How did you meet your husband? Let us know.


    #42887 — Comments (1) — Jan 5, 2019 at 10:13 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 24

    I've been meaning to ask this question, when are you the Sugar Baby and not the girlfriend. I got into this relationship because he wanted me and slowly I submitted to him and he started to help me financially, set me up in a nice place, get me a nice car, take me on vacations, buy me nice things. I have been with him for two years and I keep his love nest ready for him, I always have his favorite Scotch, his favorite snacks and his clothes he left from the last time are washed, ironed and put away so that he looks nice the next day when he goes to work. I don't want it to be only about sex, I want him to relax when he comes to see me, to see that I can cook for him and make him comfortable, that I keep a nice place for him and I am always grateful to him. If we go out I am always nicely put together and I am never demanding or make him spend money he shouldn't, I am polite and respectful. I want him to see that I am really a nice girl and not chasing his money.

    #42875 — Comments (4) — Jan 4, 2019 at 11:38 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    The truth is that I am bored at home. I have two kids but they are going to school, at least preschool but I drop them off at eight and pick them up at 12:30 after they had lunch. During the day I don't have anything to do, my house is not that big and it takes no time to keep it clean and I am clean anyway so things don't pile up. My husband works as an Electrician for the Power Company and his hours are mostly regular but from time to time he has to work overtime. He earns good money and I don't have to work.

    I offered to work at the public library, I am not black so I didn't get the job, I offered to help with the school but I don't have a teacher's certificate so I am not allowed to teach the children (they are all preschool so I don't get it). My husband put a Trump sign on our lawn as a joke so now my neighbor won't talk to me. I got chased around by the local Sheriff's Deputy and I had to get my husband to tell him to keep his distance. Staying at home is not what I thought it would be.

    I don't like shopping and I don't have that much money to shop for stuff I don't need. I want to go see my mother in Delaware but I would have to take the kids out of school (I might do that anyway they are only in preschool) but my husband wants to know who is going to cook for him (and he pissed off the neighbor so they won't invite him over for dinner anymore).

    Well, good night from Smallsville USA

    #42867 — Comments (3) — Jan 3, 2019 at 3:59 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 40

    Another year has gone by. I am now 40 and he is 57 and I have two kids with him and I live in a modest house in a modest neighborhood and he is still married to his wife and he tells me that things are not going to change.

    #42849 — Comments (4) — Jan 2, 2019 at 12:04 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 30

    My marriage was not working. I married young, 22 to a 37 year old man. He wanted children right away and being young I gave in and had two children. At the age of 27 being a housewife I had a short affair with a realtor. More than one day I had sex with both men on the same day. If my lover had been around to see me earlier I refused him performing oral sex on me. I had a lot of sex and became more and more of a nympho. Then my lover left me and I became depressed.

    For several months I froze out my husband until I started seeing a fellow housewife who had just moved into our neighborhood. She initiated it and I went in head over heals and I started having sex with my husband again. I concluded that what I needed was to cheat to make me want mu husband. Pretty stupid really but it worked, especially when I was playing with my housewife friend. I've had had two more women relationships, one with an office nurse and the other with a substitute teacher. I haven't had another affair with a man.

    When I have my special company during the day I am more active at night and I don't mind pleasing him, not just in bed, I like fixing a meal and my house is normally picked up and presentable.

    #42840 — Comments (6) — Jan 1, 2019 at 9:46 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 32

    I've been living with my boyfriend for less than a year, a little over nine months. He was married before and has a teenage son Jeremy who stays with us two weekends every month and now sometimes three weekends. My boyfriend tends bar Friday and Saturday nights so his kid is with me which I had no problem with. He keeps to himself and stays in the guest room playing video games or watching TV. Seven months ago my boyfriend called from work saying Jeremy wasn't answering his phone and that he wanted to talk to him. He asked me to have Jeremy call him back so I knocked on the guest room door getting no response. We live in a ranch house and when I opened the guest room door he wasn't there and the window was wide open. When I looked out of the window there he was, stooped down behind the large air conditioner unit which is just outside my bedroom window. He stood up for a moment and I could see he was only wearing a t-shirt and on the floor near the window were his pants and underwear. I was wearing my bathrobe but it occurred to me instantly that Jeremy saw me undress go in the bathroom naked and come out that way drying off. I was going to holler at him but instead I just walked out and back into my room. I knew he was still watching me so I went into the bathroom to get dressed. I then went back and knocked on his door and this time he responded and I told him to call his dad. I sat down in the living room and my first thought was OMG how long has he been doing this. The house sits on a lot of land and the back yard is about the size of a football field. I never had any reason to worry about my privacy and even though the bedroom windows have wood blinds I never thought about closing them tightly. Just the fact he had no pants or underwear on made it obvious he must masturbate when watching me. Thankfully he can't see into the bathroom but I began thinking of how often I laid down in bed naked and OMG again, I do masturbate sometimes. I was actually shaking at one point wondering how often he did this and aside from seeing me naked had he ever watched me masturbate. OMG again, had he seen me using my vibrator, had he watched me looking at myself naked in the mirror, holding my breasts, just touching my vagina or even seeing me change a tampon. My head was spinning and I just couldn't stop thinking of how many ways I had humiliatingly exposed my body to him.

    Now my confession. I had made up my mind to tell my boyfriend about what Jeremy was doing. I still never have and continue to let Jeremy watch me and admit it stimulates me knowing he is seeing me naked. I also masturbate more often with the full knowledge he is watching me. I don't see him but I am sure he is also masturbating as he watches me. Whatever happened to my embarrassment about it, I don't know. I'm also guilty of opening the blinds a little more than before and turning on more lights instead of just the one lamp. I stay naked longer than usual and flaunt my body in front of him. I doubt he thinks I know he is watching me and I know for a fact he has asked his mother to stay with his dad more often. I'm sure that he wants to stay here more often only because he is being entertained by me. After dinner Friday and Saturday nights Jeremy goes into the guest room and I never see him again until morning. We always go out to eat Saturday afternoons before my boyfriend has to go to work. once home Jeremy is back in the guest room knowing about the time I will go into my room. As crasy as this may sound I often get undressed slip my bathrobe on and knock on the guest room door to assure myself he is outside. I open the door sometimes and when I do the window is always wide open and most of the time see his jeans and underwear on the floor. I think knowing he masturbates seeing me naked somehow gets me aroused. I used to get dressed after my shower but since I discovered Jeremy sneaking out and watching me has me staying in my room more. Even after I masturbate I just lay in bed nude letting him see me for as long as he wants. That first night I knew he was watching me I was embarrassed, angry, and thought what a filthy brat Jeremy is. I know now I am the bad one for letting this continue and he is just doing what any guy his age would like to do. I am at times ashamed of myself but the way it arouses me only encourages me to continue showing off my body to him. Jeremy and I have a good relationship and I usually accompany them when we go out on Saturdays and Sunday. Its like nothing is happening when my boyfriend is at work. The way Jeremy acts around me you would never know he sees me naked so often. Its clear to me that he doesn't have any suspision that I know what he is doing.

    #42833 — Comments (6) — Jan 1, 2019 at 11:47 AM — That's Juicy! (15) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 35

    I wasn't a nice girl in high school, I ran around, mostly with this one boy. My nickname was Éclair because I was filled with sperm. It is not trued that I would fuck anything, I was and I am pretty picky about who fucks me, but I did fuck around and I ended up in trouble. Funny how they used that term, 'in trouble'. When the word got out the joke was that I was rated PG, my parents had money and my impregnator had money so I never did have financial problems. All during my pregnancy I wanted sex, except maybe for the first trimester. I kept to my impregnator, I was kept at home so it usually meant that I was giving him blow jobs or hand jobs, I just needed his dick. We managed to fuck a few times but nowhere near enough. Other than being perpetually hard up my pregnancy was no bother to me.

    When the boy was born it was love at first sight. Sure he was tiny and skinny and all but I felt it. My impregnator he looked at my son and said he thought he would be bigger. I told him it was because he had a small dick. After several weeks my impregnator wanted to fuck. I gave him blow jobs and hand jobs and let him fuck my tits, I even let him ride hard between my butt crack, but he wanted pussy so I let him have pussy and bingo, one time and I got pregnant again. Seventeen with one kiddo and PG one more time. The second time my parents really came down hard and restricted my impregnator from seeing me. But I cried, that is what you do when your feelings are hurt, I cried and they relented and they left us alone to fuck. He didn't want hand jobs or blow jobs or tits he wanted pussy and he didn't care how he had to get on. Even now I look back and it was crazy, we fucked and fucked, the more I got pregnant the more he fucked me, in my eighth month I was on my elbows and knees and he just fucked me silly.

    The second baby was like the first one, one look at him and I was in love all over again, this time I had no problem with him latching on and I gave him tit anywhere and everywhere, if he wanted tit I gave him tit. The older one was weaned but I could tell he wanted tit, he liked laying between my tits all cuddled up. He was already doing what his father liked, playing with my tits.

    We got married and we went to college, both of us, we kept from getting pregnant again, the jokes were part of the past, no one called me éclair although I was filled with sperm more than ever, somehow between day care and class schedules we pushed right through and graduated with two kids already in kindergarten and first grade. We never suffered financially, like I said our parents had money and we didn't have any financial pressures, no rent issues, we had a nice car and my grandmother insisted on getting a maid to come in once a week to help. We were pretty spoiled in college. For our graduation we left the kids with my folks and we went on our never taken honeymoon to Maui, to get pregnant again.

    I went off the pill a year before I graduated, I kept him on condoms and hand jobs, blow jobs and forced pull outs, but now I was ready, in Maui we were there for one reason, to fuck ourselves silly, anytime, anywhere, anyway, no kids just us and I wanted to go home pregnant. I went home pregnant, I didn't call him the impregnator anymore although he was. As with both of my first pregnancies I was so horny all through my pregnancy that we fucked everyday almost, I never wore panties to bed, I positioned myself with my pillows, opened up and let him give me what I needed. There were times when I had to help by flipping myself while he fucked me, it was just that nothing satisfied me. I guess some women want ice cream at midnight, I wanted dick and I wanted dick in my pussy. Sorry ice cream makers but I didn't have the nickname éclair in high school for nothing.

    I have five kids and we agreed we had reached the limit and I got tied. Five kids is a lot. I am still hornier than ever, the older I am the hornier I am. We have no pregnancy issues now so we fuck whenever, wherever and however we want, who cares what the boys are doing, who cares what little Alice is doing, Mom and Dad need to fuck. Poor little Alice having a mother who is sick and can't live without Daddy's dick. Maybe she inherited my sickness, hopefully she did because frankly it is a good sickness to have, I just hope that her father or brothers take care of any asshole that wants to get friendly with her, at least until she is out of high school. But she is three so we have another ten years before we really have to start getting worried.

    #42795 — Comments (0) — Dec 29, 2018 at 9:49 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Transsexual Male / 36

    I love fucking pussy and I love sucking cock but I don’t get ass fucking! The pussy was made for dicks. It’s slippery wet, massages the entire cock. Is the perfect hole to shoot cum in and the clit is right there being rubbed at every stroke! Why would I want to put my most precious toy in a hole filled with shit? When I look at porn and guys are fucking babes in the ass, the babes are always rubbing their clit to get off. Somebody please help me on this.

    #42793 — Comments (6) — Dec 29, 2018 at 6:54 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 35

    I am 35 now, but in my growing up years I found him as the father figure to love me. I am talking twelve thirteen years old. My father embarrassed me, he was a real life shoe salesman and an alcoholic. My mother was an alcoholic and part time prostitute. So when I was loved by him I was happy. Maybe it was wrong, maybe. But to me it was what gave me life.

    He lived down the street and he had a metalworking shop. All that time he loved me I have been his only woman. My mother was usually asleep by two in the afternoon, so I walked down the street to get loved. My street husband closed his garage door and I could feel myself come aroused, wet and anxious, his huge hug enveloped me and I only slowly woke up later, laying on his bed, my clothes on the floor, my skin still hot, feeling him still, I always continued to feel him even after he had withdrawn and I lay still naked on his bed.

    One day I was seventeen and no longer fourteen, I was more and more a woman, and I watched him work. His hand would reach out and circle around my neck, my body reached out to him and I went into my trance, time stood still my body fitting around him and he joined me to him and I could feel his love. Twenty two and my love was deeper, twenty seven I had lived with him then for ten years, I have never found words that describe my feeling as he put himself on me and I gave in completely.

    I am 35 now, I am free in many ways, but in one way I will never be free. My mind doesn't really have memories as much as feelings, I lay on the bed, he circles and comes over and lifts my head to kiss me and my trance begins, minutes go by, hours in my mind but minutes in the real world, but in those minutes I live completely pulled up hard against him, his love is real his desire real his body real like one piece of a puzzle matching up with another I become one body with his, surely all these years have molded me to fit around him and for him to fit so perfectly in me.

    I try to speak in words but I cannot say what I feel.

    #42761 — Comments (2) — Dec 26, 2018 at 8:00 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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