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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 / 32

    My best friend and I had babies a month apart. We did mommy things until one day I asked her to babysit for an hour. When I went to pick up my baby she was on the couch with both her and my baby nursing from her at the same time. Well I got over the shock and let the babies finish and took over burping and changing my baby. We nursed the babies well into their first birthday indifferent as to which baby was on our tit. Good memories.

    #43219 — Comments (3) — Jan 31, 2019 at 9:31 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 50

    I am 60 years old and I am having the best sex of my life. My lover is a 55 year old salesman who lives in my complex, he is nice for a man, he is happy to be of service. We first met and we didn't hit it off but at a second party he was a lot nicer and he suggested that we go for a midnight swim. Under the water he touched and laughed and I went along and that was the beginning of friends with benefits relationship. He is divorced and so am I, he is independent and so am I. I have a nice alimony situation so I have no desire for marriage. I am well past any problems with an unexpected pregnancy, so here we are a couple of senior fuck bunnies.

    In my youth it was always quick and dirty, get on, get in, in and out, finish and get off and go to sleep. Not very exciting for me. Now it is lots of touching, my breasts are the center of phase one, playing with my clit is phase two, some oral time is phase three which I now like btw, and phase four of course is get on and go to town. In my youth I had a lot of problems with positions, I was strictly a missionary girl, but now I am more open to accommodating his likes and dislikes and if he wants to fuck in the kitchen well why not? I like the feeling of getting fucked, his dick, his hands and the heat of his body against mine. We can fuck in the kitchen if he wants, or on the couch, or on the bed, or in the hot tub, or wherever he likes. Bottom line is that after fifteen years of divorce, several false dates, I am now enjoying having a dick around, I hope he enjoys having some pussy to use his dick on.

    Well that is about it, I never thought I would be a horny old maid but I am.

    #43215 — Comments (1) — Jan 31, 2019 at 11:42 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 32

    I had a normal life growing up but when I got to college I got involved with recreational drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, eventually dropping out and I ended up living with an older woman and sleeping with her and she kept me on drugs. I helped her sell and found mostly college kids to buy and like I said I slept with her and I was her
    'pussy'. I was always high on something and I had gone out with this other girl who helped sell drugs to the college kids when I found the woman I was living with in bed with a fifteen year old girl. I snapped, up to that time I thought I was her girl, and for some reason her fucking a teen just got to me. That is when I went home.

    At home, the drugs and my attitude my parents looked for help. My mother knew this man who she always thought of as a hard ass and she asked him to straighten me out. I am going fast here, but he put me in a house without television or computers and Magda to watch over me. I spent a lot of time in a cold shower, ice cold water. I had to eat and eat, there was a chart on the wall of the bathroom with my weight and my goal was to gain 35 pounds. Everything was kept away from me, I was taken off cold turkey including the cigarettes. There were magazines and books and newspapers but no TV or internet. After a couple of weeks a stationary bike was brought for me to ride, I had to ride until I could ride for 45 minutes without getting winded. Of course I had to clean up for myself, and cook. Magda had all kinds of recipes I had to make, lots and lots of meat dishes, potatoes, rice anything to fatten me up. I spent all my anger at Magda who I was sure then and I am sure now is a lesbian witch.

    After more weeks I was told that one night a week I had to prepare a dinner for the 'man'. He would come over, I prepared and served him dinner, we talked and I had to have a normal conversation. By then I had a television but still no internet. I got the WSJ and the Miami Herald and a Mexican Newspaper (I didn't know I was in Mexico). Magda rode me hard, cold showers, exercise, food, food and more food, and everyday she counted the pounds, get fat, get fat, actually get fit, get fit but to me it was get fat. My hair grew out and a hairdresser came to cut and fix my hair, then a lady came who spoke only Spanish to teach me how to use makeup so I would be dressed and presentable on the days I had to fix dinner for the 'man'.

    After six months I was pretty clean. Every month from the day I went there they took hair samples for drug analysis, Magda checked how much I pooped, she wanted complete movements. The more I ate the more I pooped, really. I was given hot water to shower, nice clothes to wear I started to go out to restaurants and to the movies, always with Magda the Witch. I cooked once a week for the 'man', and one day I don't know why he kissed me on the mouth when he came, I am sure it was an accident but to me it was like the gates of heaven opened up. It became a habit and whenever he came for dinner he kissed me on the mouth. Not make out kisses, just a wife kiss. To me it was a wife kiss.

    One of the nights, I dressed up and was looking forward to an evening out, I had internet by then and I had moved in with him at his house, we went to the Opera which I hated, but I was around nice people, all dressed up and he introduced me as his houseguest. I had been taking Spanish lessons for months but most everyone spoke English and I used my Spanish mostly with the maids. One morning he came to breakfast and leaned over and gave me a good morning wife kiss. In the end to get down to it I started sleeping with him and showering with him every morning and this one morning he started to kiss me in the shower and when we got out of the shower and he dried me off he told me to hold onto the cabinet and he had sex with me from behind and told me that he was going to see if I could really be a wife, in Spanish he asked if I wanted to be his wife. My answer in Spanish is that I was already his wife or at least I thought I was.

    I am married now by law and I have twin daughters who are going to be four, I live in Mexico. My parents come two or three times a year, for the girls not for me. My husband likes having a wife, like he really likes having a wife and I guess it is a small price to pay. Most of the time I close my eyes but sometimes I am wide awake and get lost in the details of the ceiling, but like I said it is a small price to pay. My girls speak Spanish better than English, I only speak to them in English, but I slip up from time to time and speak to them in Spanish. Oh, and Magda she is still around keeping me fit. I swear that woman is a lesbian witch who has no sense of privacy she dresses me for parties and undresses me for bed, she only leaves when my husband comes in the room and stares at him like he is taking me away from her. She still weighs me every day.

    #43212 — Comments (0) — Jan 31, 2019 at 8:30 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 53

    I don't know if this qualifies as a valid confession. I am 53 and I walk every day and follow the same route. Part of my route takes me along the bike path at the park, past the small pond and then out onto the street on the other side and back around to my house, a two mile walk. I walk at the same time every day, starting about 4:30 in the afternoon and I am back home in time to fix dinner.

    Winter sets in and the sun sets early and a month ago I am on my walk and after I get past the pond ready to get back on the street this man steps out into the path. I would say maybe fifty or so, he had grey hair and looked fifty and he unzipped his pants and took out his dick and started to masturbate. I stood and watched, he masturbated until he climaxed and shot his piddle onto the ground, zipped himself up and quietly walked back into the bushes to wherever he was going.

    It was light enough that when I walked over I could see his white milky semen on the ground and thought there has to be a lot of protein there and some enterprising animal or insect is going to devour it up. I went home and prepared dinner and went about the rest of the day like every other day of my life.

    #43200 — Comments (0) — Jan 30, 2019 at 10:28 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 19

    New to sex I went too far, overnight with a man, sex allnighter, gave up my virgin mouth, vagina and butt. For what? Love? Approval? Womanhood? Whatever it was I crossed the line, when he found out how old I was he took me home and apologized to my mother. Every week from that night I had to sit at the table and be an adult, I was never again a girl. Of course she kept tabs on me, no dating, no sex, to school and home, I had been grounded for life. When I turned seventeen I was given permission to go out with him, but home by ten. Punished for being human. I did not have sex again until my wedding night at nineteen, straight, missionary, no mouth, no butt, vaginal only. My mother's behavior I understand, his behavior I don't. I am not a saint, or a nun. I am a woman and I need him to make me his wife, just like he did that night.

    #43196 — Comments (0) — Jan 29, 2019 at 9:09 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 30

    I went out with a guy I met at a party. We had dinner and went to a club. I went home with him and I let him have sex and when he pushed for it I let him have anal, he wanted something virgin of me. I wish I hadn't, looking back it was stupid to let him.

    I have not been able to shake him, whatever he did won't let me go. I surrender and I can't fight it. I baked him a cake for his birthday, I wore a dress for his birthday, I served him and cleaned up for his birthday. I am not ready to settle down, I still want to travel and I don't want to be dependent on him, his vision of mommy and a baby isn't me.

    We are planning to get married in July. I know it is several months away but I feel married already. I have thought about it more than once, just elope and get married and get it over with, why wait. If I got married now I could be a mommy with a baby at Thanksgiving. I know my grandma would like to have a little great grandchild. I just never thought that I would be the one to give her the first great grandchild. Yes, I want to elope. I feel it, and the feeling doesn't go away.

    #43191 — Comments (5) — Jan 29, 2019 at 3:52 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 31

    Mac and Tina have been my closest friends since high school. I don't know how this started but close to a year now we have been satisfying each other sexually one night every week. Our nudity around each other boggles my mind and although I don't consider myself bisexual, I participate with Mac satisfying Tina with the ridiculous amount of sex toys we have accumulated. I never have intercourse with Mac but he and I do perform oral sex on each other. None of us have pubic hair anymore, Mac shaves ours and we shave his. He not only penetrates Tina and I with the sex toys but he to is penetrated anally with vibrators, dildos and other toys. Its not every week but we spank each other using our hands, a strap and a paddle. There are times when Mac has both Tina and I side by side as he tries to have us both orgasm at the same time. Whatever modesty I ever had is long gone and same goes for them. I admit I like jerking off Mac and blowing him but I also like penetrating him anally. Tina and I take turns just about every week when we use a strap on to annoy Mac. I don't think he likes us doing it to him but its fun for Tina and I. They have been going together for 7 years and live together now. I'm like a third wheel but once a week we have the most immoral sex I can imagine. It goes on for hours and I love every minute of it and orgasms are relentless. Its crazy, unnatural, sexual satisfaction that has become addictive.

    #43187 — Comments (0) — Jan 29, 2019 at 10:45 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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    Lesbian Female / 30

    We started rooming together when we both had jobs at the same company. We were fresh out of college and broke and the HR department put us together. That was eight years ago and we still live together. We do everything together, we really don't have separate lives. People assume that we are full out lesbians, but we are mostly platonic. I don't doubt that we have bonded to the point that we are one for the other, but we do not have sex, what we have is something else.

    For the first four years we actually had separate bedrooms until one night she was getting ready for bed and I went to her room to talk to her and she turned and took off her top and bra and stood in her panties facing me and let me look at her like that. It was the very first time I had ever seen her breasts. She let me look for a long time and then she stepped out of her panties and let me look. I won't say that all sorts of things didn't happened to me, I got anxious looking at her and she told me that she didn't want to sleep alone. She walked over to me and started to undress me until I was naked with her. She asked me which room we should use that it was up to me where we slept. That night we agreed that we would use my room because I had a newer bed. We walked naked to my room and she got in bed and asked me to get in bed with her. She touched me and I touched her, she kissed me on the mouth and said that she wanted to be held so she got on her side and I got behind her and put my arms around her and we fell asleep like that.

    We live together and sleep together, we do everything together but we are not sexual. Yes I like to see her naked and I don't mind at all if she sees me naked. More than once we have showered together and I won't say that some times our hugging in bed doesn't get a bit intense, and sometimes she wants us to hug naked. We are affectionate in a sisterly sort of way but we have never broken down to actually have sex.

    So to sum it up I think we are platonic lesbians.

    #43169 — Comments (1) — Jan 28, 2019 at 8:16 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 22

    It started with 3 girls renting a 3 bedroom house near where we work together. One of the girls moved out last year so we put a note on the bulletin board at work for a new roommate. This guy Darren who works in the shipping department contacted me and we let him move in. He seemed like a nice guy but we never thought he was on drugs. During the weekdays he never seems high and was just a real quiet guy. He is cute but is always like an introvert and never has much to say keeping to himself most of the time. On Fridays and Saturdays we don't know what he is taking but often becomes incoherent and passes out for as long as 5 to 10 hours or more. At first we were afraid he was overdosing but it is only the way he reacts to the drugs he takes. Its always pills but we still don't know what they are. My other roommate Jill is also my best friend and after the first month we talked about kicking him out. Fact is, he pays his share of the rent on time, never makes a mess, eats out every weeknight and is in his room most of the time. On weekends he is like a zombie or totally passed out and every Sunday he visits his mother. It was last February when Jill and I began amusing ourselves at Darren's use of the drugs he is taking. He came home on a Friday night and we didn't hear a peep out of him. It was about 8pm on that Saturday that Jill was concerned that he might have overdosed or maybe he was dead. She opened his bedroom door a bit and there he was flat on his back naked and snoring. We both went in his room and Jill actually shook his shoulder to wake him but there was no reaction. He kept snoring and we openly joked around about his penis and balls. We were even laughing at times and Jill brazenly pulled his legs apart exposing him to us. It didn't matter how loud we were because Darren was stoned on whatever he was taking. Jill is the funny one both at home and also well liked at work. She left the room for a minute and came back with a pair of tongs from the kitchen. I just broke out laughing when she used them to take hold of his penis and lift it straight up. she shook it and as loud as we were then Darren never moved an inch and just kept snoring.


    That was just the beginning of how we began entertaining ourselves at Darren's expense. Its always on Saturday nights because that is when he is so stoned he is unconscious for hours. Jill started it all but I became just as guilty and we began making a party of it. There are two of our other friends who have come over once in a while and have watched and laughed as we mockingly play around with him. The tongs are no longer used in the kitchen and Jill bought feathers from a costume store. Sometimes he passes out with his underwear still on and Jill and I now just take them off and he has no idea we are in his room. He seldom locks the door but when he does we simply pick it open. Jill started it but I participate each time and our two friends have also. One of us will take his penis in the tongs and the other will tickle his penis with one of the feathers until he gets an erection which sometimes seems to take forever. We let his penis go limp then start over again. We have thought about trying to jerk him off but so far are content watching his penis get hard and seeing it go back down limp. Jill is relentless with it all and if he is sleeping on his side she just rolls him onto his back and he doesn't ever wake the slightest bit. Months ago she came in with a thermometer and we roared laughing as she took his temperature anally and it was normal. She does this almost every week since then. We spend at least an hour or more doing this to him and there are times when we cause him to get an erection 4 or 5 times just letting him get soft again. I only use the tongs but Jill holds his penis now and I think she really does want to see if she can make him cum. We both have taken pictures of him but never let his face be seen in them, only his genitals and anus with the thermometer in it. He rarely even speaks to us when he is coherent and I can't remember ever having a serious conversation with him. He is completely oblivious to what is going on and how we treat him like a toy. I have asked people who work in his department about him and they say he keeps to himself and is a loner. One guy I asked said he thinks Darren is gay but I don't know if that is true or not. Nobody seems to know much about him and all I know for sure is he is sober Sunday afternoons when he goes to see his mother. This past July Jill and I met his mother one Sunday when she came here. She seemed like a normal person and a very nice woman. I doubt she knows her son is taking the drugs on weekends. She thanked Jill and I for letting him share our house. She would die if she knew how we take advantage of him and the things we do to his body. Jill is so funny with the way she does things and the remarks she makes it just makes it more fun every week. Last Saturday she took a black marker and put little dots on the bottom of his scrotum. So this week we will see if they are still there. We never do anything that would hurt him but we have so much fun just playing with him.

    #43156 — Comments (3) — Jan 25, 2019 at 11:37 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 55

    I am not sure about this so please bear with me,

    In my home there was never any discussions about sex or genitals or anything like that. Everything I learned was at school or from friends or later on from personal experience. I had a girlfriend from school that used the word pussy with me and it was the first time I heard it although I didn't understand why it would be called pussy.

    I found my clit by accident when I was around eight and started to play with myself after that. I started to insert things around ten. I really didn't start to think about a penis until I was around fourteen. Once I discovered a penis I was an easy fuck. I got pregnant but had a miscarriage. I was then put on the pill. My parents just didn't talk about it. I fucked all the time, it was pretty sad because I was still fourteen and it didn't matter where I found a dick to fuck with. My favorite fuck when I was fourteen and fifteen was the man that worked at the store that we went to with my family. Looking back he was a weirdo and he liked girls, he taught me to fuck bending over.

    It wasn't until I was pretty much an adult that I learned that fucking wasn't what I should be doing, a lady at my job told me that I had a very bad reputation. But I still fucked. I loved fucking.

    I was never a cocksucker, I did suck cock but I never got anything out of it. I liked having my tits kissed and touched, but I never liked having my pussy fingered. I never did anything in my ass. Still don't.

    I am 55 years old now and I work as a bookkeeper for a small company. I will fuck a bedpost. I have a boyfriend.

    I never got married, I guess no one wanted a woman with a used pussy. But believe me I have met many used dicks and they don't seem to have a problem getting married. Just an observation.

    I guess I am what is called white trash.

    #43138 — Comments (3) — Jan 24, 2019 at 12:10 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This. ( * )
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