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  I love women, but I am a girl. I wish to have two other women with me.
  #9590 — Comments (0) — 1/30/2011 at 7:10 AM — That's Juicy! (14) — That's Lame. (0)
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  I am dating this guy for sex. We don't have much in common, he sometimes gets on my nerves and he is way too much into sports especially watching it on television.
  
  He has a nice body and an equally large cock ! He gets hard at a touch of a button and he fucks like an angel. Our best moments are spent between the sheets and I sometime feel guilty that I use him as a boy toy.
  #9585 — Comments (1) — 1/28/2011 at 2:15 PM — That's Juicy! (31) — That's Lame. (0)
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  What is there to say, i started having sex when i was a jr high. i had a bf, sort of, who was cute and was in a band. we hung out at various houses, and i got into bjs pretty quickly. i would get real horny and blow him in front of anyone and everyone. most of the other girls would do the same.
  
  it did not take a huge leap to get into the full act. one night when i was blowing my bf his friends egged him on to just go ahead and fuck me. i was kind of caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, and when he stood up with his hard on and told me to lay back, i pretty much did what i was told. he reached down and pulled off my pants and undies, and right there on the floor in the game room in front of his friends he got on me and popped me.
  
  after that, it was all the way all the time. we got condoms, but we really didn't like them. i was pretty lucky i didn't get knocked up. our sex was pretty conventional, intercourse, lots of kissing and petting, and a good amount of exhibition for the others. by the end of that jr high none of the girls were virgins.
  
  as we went into highschool we gravitated to other groups, but i was pretty much used to going out and getting laid. more than one boy lost his virginity with me, which i thought was fair. i really was very promiscous all through high school. i don't know really how many bfs i had, but there were a few. and most, if not all, of the girls we hung around with also put out quite a bit.
  
  by the time i was in college i was on the pill, and very worldly about boys and sex, and stuff. i didn't do drugs, which other girls did, but i did drink. for me a date wasn't a date if i didn't get laid. my roommate learned not to walk in without knocking, beacause more than once she caught me with a guy on me.
  
  then one day, it is always one day, i met a guy. he was way older than me, way older. he took an interest in me, and guided me about school and my degree and stuff. he never said anything, but i knew he was pretty much not in favor of my behavior. that one day he sat me down on a bench in the main court yard and told me to just sit there and hold his hand. he told me that in nature all animals fucked, that was animal nature. but fucking didn't make me a woman, it made me a bitch, and any bitch could fuck, all she had to do was raise her tail.
  
  i got pissed, but i sat there and held his hand. i mean we sat there for a couple of hours, just holding hands. then he asked me to join him for coffee at the student union. and he walked me there holding my hand. he told me to cover up my belly, and that it was no ones business what my bosom looked like. we talked, just talked, about anything other than my behavior, we talked and talked.
  
  then he walked me back to my dorm. he told me that i was to sleep alone. no boys. no booze. no party. and not to disobey him. i slept alone and asked myself all night why i was obeying him. who was he that he could tell me what to do. but i obeyed him.
  
  he came for me the next day and took me shopping. new clothes, girl clothes, not slut clothes. he made me model everything for him. he paid.
  
  for the next many many weeks, he came for me and walked me to class, made me dress in casual but not slutty clothes, got rid of my make up, i didn't have a drink. i walked with him and held his hand. i don't know if i was drying out or so horny from being denied sex, but i would get nervous as hell, and he would sit with me and hold my hand.
  
  he broke me of my habits, i got along well in school and graduated with honors. i went two whole years without as much as a grope. everyday, he walked me and held my hand. when i graduated, after my parents went back to the hotel (who were pretty dumbfounded about my change), he told me i was going to be his wife. and then i was going to be his woman. mind you, he did not ask me to marry him, he told me i was going to marry him. i obeyed.
  
  today i celebrate my 30th anniversary, my husband is a much older gentleman now, and for all those many years i have had the best sex a woman could ask for. i have remained faithful to him. my kids would never ever guess what kind of girl i was in highschool and my first years of college. my husband was right, i became a wife and then a woman. his woman.
  #9558 — Comments (1) — 1/22/2011 at 6:34 PM — That's Juicy! (15) — That's Lame. (0)
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  I always thought of myself as, at the very least, fairly intelligent. I'll be 40 next month and the more I think about it I was not only stupid but very naive along with my cousin Heather who I grew up with. Heather is only 6 months younger than me and I moved in with her family when I was 11. Things were great for a few years until her parents devoriced, as mine did many years before. My mother was heavily involved with drugs most of her life and my aunt was the only one willing to take me in. I was about 15 when she re-married and her new husband Paul, was very good to both me and Heather. Paul's brother Luke was the head administrator at a small clinic in a town about 30 miles away from where we lived. Paul insisted we go there since we would all be afforded free medical care. Luke was a small man with wire rim glasses and not the least bit intimadating. Not just me, but my aunt and cousin Heather were led to believe he was a doctor. I never found out he wasn't a doctor until he died in 2004. The first few times I went to him was only for a cold and we seemed to always get the sample prescrtiptions although many times we did get them from the pharmacy. Over a short period of time he began to schedule us for regular visits and thats when he began giving Heather and I physical exams. I know he also examined my aunt but Heather and I never dicussed much about it with her mother. Luke always acted professional when he examined us and as strange as it sounds Heather and I both trusted him. I don't know if my aunt ever thought much about it but she knew that he always had us undressed and in one of those ugly gowns when he did examine us. Either she or Paul would take us there and it was no secret that he was giving us a full physical examination. It didn't matter if my aunt or Paul took us there and each one of us would go into the exam room. If Paul took us he was always seen by Luke first so we assumed he was giving Paul a physical also and never thought much about it. If my aunt took us she to was seen first by him and she also undressed as Heather and I did. As embarrassing as the exams became over time I never once thought anything strange about it since my aunt or Paul were always there with us. The fact that there was never a nurse there never entered my mind or that our appointments were always in the evening hours. Paul always emphasized that we were getting free health care and prescriptions when needed. Sometimes we only went every six or eight weeks but it was always Luke who told us how often to come back. Heather and I talked about it often telling each other what was done to us. We confided in each other how humiliating it was sometimes, especially if we were completely naked or with our feet in the sturrups. He would give us breast exams and sit on a stool as he examined my vagina and anus. I remember both Heather and I talking to my aunt about it on different occassions but she often just said it was something women had to put up with. We seemed to be under Lukes control after awhile and somewhere between five and seven times each year he would examine us. I was eighteen when I started having sex and Luke knew I wasn't a virgin anymore but was very understanding about it and said he wouldn't mention it to my aunt. Heather knew I wasn't a virgin and she also admitted to me that she was having sex. By this time I completely trusted Luke and continued to be examined by him about 5 times each year up until I was twenty two years old when I moved to Memphis. A year later I got married and today have two teenage children. Heather and my aunt continued seeing Luke for many years after that. In fact Heather and my aunt went to him all the time up until a few months before he died. I went to his funeral and shorly afterwards Heather found out he wasn't an MD as we thought he was all those years. Luke did have a Masters Degree but he was not a medical doctor. Paul claimed he thought his brother was a medical doctor but I don't know if I actually believe him and he insists even today that his brother lied to him also. My aunt was hysterical about it when we found out and over the years we have dicussed it often. She admitted to me and Heather that Luke also took advantage of her all those times and examined her in the same ways he did to me and Heather. The more we talked about it the more frightening it became knowing he had us taking differnt drugs sometimes not really knowing what he was doing. The worst thing is how he had us manipulated so badly that he examined us naked most of the time and took advantage of us. He always examined our breasts and ended the examine with us in sturrups, subjecting us to vaginal and rectal examinations. He often used speculums on us and not once did any of us complain about it. As stupid as I think I was then I can't imagine how my aunt feels about it. She not only let herself be exposed and humiliated by Luke but also allowed him to do the same to Heather and I. We don't know if he did this to other women but suspect maybe he did. Heather and I still talk about it sometimes but we very seldom talk about it with my aunt. She gets so upset when we do mention it we stopped talking to her about it since she is not in good health anymore. So, as smart as I always thought I was, I was very naive and trusting of what I was told. I recall now also being aroused by him a few times but I never orgasmed from it. Luke was a very deceitful man and and it still upsets me when I think about all the things he did to us. He was so convincing that I never had any suspicions about it and never thought he was doing it for his sexual entertainment. The way he talked and the terms he used where enough to gain our trust in him. Heather has even told me that as humiliating as the exams were she never suspected anything wrong with it. He was a master of deceit and it embarrasses me that I was never smart enough to know what he was doing. He did manipulate us slowly and over a short period of time had full control over the three of us. The gowns we wore into the exam room were totally discarded after awhile and he would have us completely naked on the exam table. I know it sounds dumb and as embarrassed as I was never question why I had to be totally naked like that. I asked Heather several times and apparently she never complained about it either and just tolarated it as I did and probably how her mother did. I get angry at myself sometimes and it annoys me terribly when I think of how many times he saw me naked and probed my body the way he did. There where many times when he used a speculum that I did wonder why he was doing it and thought it unnessary but never overly complained. The few times I did say something he always seemed to have a practical reason for what he was doing to me. He had a way of putting us at ease I suspect, but still don't know how I accepted it the way I did. Now I know the frequency of the rectal exams he did on us were completely unnessary and degrading. I didn't feel as though I was being abused by him but its obvious to me now how much he took advantage of us.
  #9321 — Comments (1) — 10/19/2010 at 1:16 PM — That's Juicy! (3) — That's Lame. (0)
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  I met a guy onlne. Divorciong my ex i met online but this one has taken a longer time. to get to know each other. I so happy in love. So this is not so dirty but i have had affairs while married. first husband had five men in 11 yrs, the next 2 in 7. This guy has treated me so well so amazingly respectively that my body my eyes are for him. after 20 something men in my life and that is just for sex, i am halplessly hoopelessy madly in love with a kind decent sweet loyal man. I have not met a man like this before and i vow to be so faithful to him.
  I never met a guy i could call sweet but he is! Thank you god. i had thought all men were pricks.
  #9311 — Comments (2) — 10/14/2010 at 11:57 PM — That's Juicy! (5) — That's Lame. (2)
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  When I was 14, my friends and I got one of our teachers arrested. Our Marine Biology teacher was known around the school for being this creepy perv. He was always joking with girls in a pervy way, but never anything that could get him in trouble, just a little over the top. He told me friend one time that she looked really good in her shirt. It was this tight sweater kind of shirt, and she had big boobs. So me and her and one other friend started talking about how we could all try to get A's in his class. We all wore these tight button down sweater on the same day. After last period we all went to the bathroom and took our bras off and then went to his room. Before we went in we all unbuttoned out shirts. We told him we needed extra credit to get A's and started like leaning over the desk and pushing out boobs together. He was totally looking down our shirts but he was trying not to. My friend with the big boobs was pushing her boobs together and me and my other friend had really small boobs so we were just leaning way over so he could see our nipples. Then he just said you girls need to leave. We weren't going to, but he just like pushed us out the door. We were totally laughing about it later and thinking it was just dumb and that nothing would happen. But the next day my friend with big boobs and the teacher weren't at school and everyone was saying he got arrested for fucking a student. She had gone to his house that night and she says she only jacked him off over his pants, but the police report said that he had taken pictures of his dick in her mouth and on her boobs. She was expelled from school and she moved out of state with her mom.
  
  This was 10 years ago and I still feel guilty about it. We've never told anyone the truth, but lately I can't stop thinking about how we ruined this man's life.
  #9266 — Comments (0) — 9/21/2010 at 10:44 PM — That's Juicy! (7) — That's Lame. (4)
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  I'm 23 now and only tolerate my stepdad because I know my mother truly loves him. I live on the east coast today, but went back to Denver last month for my mother and stepfathers 15th wedding anniversary party.
  
  When I was nine my mother had another baby but at two months old died from a lung condition I still don't understand. Both of them were devastated by it but my mother became addicted to Zanex and a few other types of medication. Thats when my stepdad changed and became cruel to me and seemed to get pleasure out of humiliating me. My mother seemed to always be in a fog and I suppose it was because of all the prescriptions she took. I tried to tell her several times what my stepdad was doing to me but she seemed unconcerned. I do realize now that she was spaced out with all the medication she took and would often sleep for 12 or 14 hours everyday and a few days a week spend the entire day in bed. Within six months of my brothers death I was completely petrified of my stepdad. I know I was probably a brat at that age but he began to punish me for every little thing I did wrong.
  
  It started when he would ground me for a few days or a week not allowing me to go out or talk to my friends. Then he began to spank me and each time I had less clothes on and eventually he began spanking me naked. I do recall my mother seeing him spank me a couple times and because she never said anything about it I was naive enough to think she approved. My mother locked herself in the bathroom one day, falling asleep on the toilet, so my stepdad took the lock off the bathroom door. After that I had no privacy at all and he constantly walked in on me when I was in the tub or shower. If I complained he was the one who got angry and I was so fearful of him I had to put up with the humiliation of it.
  
  I snuck out on a Saturday when he was at work and my mother was sleeping. I was grounded that weekend and was only at my girlfriends house for an hour or so. When I walked in the house he was standing there waiting for me. My mother was sitting on the sofa but he began hollaring at me and told me to go to my room. A few minutes later he walked in and made me take all my clothes off before spanking me. I knew my mother could hear me crying and screaming but she did nothing to stop it. It was the worst beating I had ever gotten from him. I was crying so badly I was speechless and he wouldn't allow me to get dressed and he just kept repeating that, "when you are grounded, you are grounded". He was like a maniac and began throwing all my clothes on the bed even emptying my dresser drawers. He left the room for a short time and I began getting dressed.
  
  When he came back in he had two cardboard boxes and made me undress again and put all my clothes in them and take them to his and my mothers room. He followed me as I had to carry the two boxes down the hall while I was still naked. He sent me back to my room telling me if I wanted to sneak out again I would have to go outside naked. The rest of that night and all day Sunday I was nude and confined to my room.
  
  My mother came in a few times but I was always under my blanket. She slept most of the day on Sunday and my stepdad made me come down for lunch and dinner naked but my mother wasn't there either time. He took her meals to the bedroom both times and even though I did the dishes often was never before made to do them while naked in front of him.
  
  Things only got worse as I got older and even more embarrassing. I don't think I was spanked as often but when I was grounded, whether for a day or more would have to stay naked in my room. He always made me put all my clothes in boxes and take them to his room until I was allowed out again or went to school. If I was grounded for more than one day I had to take my clothes off again and leave them in his room in one of the boxes. He would come in my room or bathroom at random times but would also make me do chores around the house while naked. I don't think I realized it at that time but he only did that when my mother was in bed. I was developing by then and all I can remember is how humiliating it was knowing he was looking at me and following me around. He would make me vacuum or dust furniture and was seldom pleased at how well it was done, making me do it over and over again while naked.
  
  When he did spank me it was always done in my room and he would make me lay naked over his lap. He never smacked my butt more than eight or ten times but there were long pauses in between and he generally scolded me the entire time. It hurt bad enough for me to cry but the embarrassment was worse than the spanking I receieved. This all continued until after I turned fourteen. It was less often I was grounded or spanked but he continued to walk into the bathroom or my bedroom whenever he pleased. It seemed like he did this just to embarrass me and the older I got the more mortifying it became. It was only a few months after my fourteenth birthday when my mother was hospitalized. My grandmother took me back with her to Fort Collins, where I lived with her until I was almost seventeen. When I moved back with my mother and stepdad things were completely different. My mother was fine and off all the medication and my stepdad never bothered me again. We rarely spoke and he never punished me or saw me naked again. I never did tell either my grandmother or my mother what he did to me over those years. As much as I dispise him for what he did to me, I know he did love my mother and did take care of her over those years. I think it was also to embarrasssing for me to try to tell anyone. When I think about it now it still angers me and when I did go back for their anniversary tried to avoid him as much as possible. He never tried to touch me sexually through those years, but did subject me to the most humiliating time in my life. I will never forgive him for it and only tolarate him for my mothers sake.
  #9242 — Comments (1) — 9/8/2010 at 10:41 AM — That's Juicy! (6) — That's Lame. (2)
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  My boyfriend when we have sex takes his hard dick and spanks my clit with it. Does anyone else like this ?
  #9219 — Comments (2) — 9/1/2010 at 12:53 PM — That's Juicy! (39) — That's Lame. (6)
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  i think my little bro is wearing my panties sometimes. i'm not a totally neat freak with my panty drawer, but it definitely seems out of order sometimes. what should i do to try and find out? i don't want to straight up ask him since he'd probably deny and freak out or something if i'm right.
  any help?
  #9120 — Comments (4) — 7/23/2010 at 5:04 PM — That's Juicy! (8) — That's Lame. (4)
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  I was 16 when I was attacked by a bunch of drunk boys, late at night walking home from a party. I made the mistake of crossing our local park all by myself and ran into a goup of boys and girls that began harrassing me. I was dressed in a mini skirt and tank top and guess seeing a lonely girl dressed like that puts ideas on boys minds. I was so scared of getting beat up, that when they told me to take off all my clothes I just did it. I ende up naked in the middle of a public park and convinced that I was going to get raped. To my surprise they just had fun looking at my pussy and grouping my breasts but never tried to penetrate me. I was so damn scared I never had time to feel humiliated and just did what they told me. I just remember boys tuching me and girls laughing in the back ground, while I stood there in a daze. My humiliation came latter when they left me with no clothes and had to walk two blocks home with no clothes on. It was late and pretty sure no one saw me, but as I crossed the street and into my building, I heard cars hunking their horns. Rather than wait for the elevetor, I ran up five fights of strairs and ran the front door bell. I'll never forget the expration on my girlfriends face when she saw me with no clothes on and the embarrassing experience of having to explain it all. It was a nightmare come true and will probably remember it for years to come.
  #9107 — Comments (0) — 7/12/2010 at 4:36 PM — That's Juicy! (11) — That's Lame. (1)

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