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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 / 38

    In my late thirties, divorced and without a quotable man around, I hired an 'escort'. He was bisexual if not gay, metrosexual, pretty in a sick way, his gym toned body a total turn off. I turned him away. Why in my mind I was expecting my ex I don't know. 45, beer gut, balding, obstinate, overbearing, self centered and into self gratification using my body and not his hand.

    I called my ex, apologized for the hour, told him what I had done, asked him to forgive me and if I could go see him. The sex was not improved, deja vu all over again, but comforting in a way I didn't expect. I slept with him and we had breakfast together.

    We are now 'fuck buddies', same old same old. Unlike some pretty boy on the clock, I can cuddle up and spend the night.

    #45116 — Comments (2) — Jul 2, 2019 at 8:06 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 28

    During my junior year in college I spent a semester in Rome. It was nice in a whole lot of ways but it was also lonely. The roommates I had were both British and we did not get along all that well. So one weekend I decided to go out on my own and took the train to Florence. My first time out, I had my guide book and I had decided on what it was that I should see. I walked around and bumped into the same guy several times. Walking past the Statue of David he approached me and asked my name, he was Italian and a student and gave his name as Paulo.

    He more or less rushed me and sat me down at this small café and ordered a coffee for both of us and while I wasn't looking, just like that he grabbed my purse and ran. My money, passport, my credit card were all in my purse and my ticked back to Rome. About half a block away as he ran a tourist stuck his arm out and knocked him down and when he tried to get up he pushed his head and knocked him out. I got my purse back and couldn't stop myself from crying.

    I thanked him and went back to the station and went back to Rome, scared. My roommates said it happened because I had gone alone. My family in the States told me to come home. I packed and left the program and headed back to the States where I finished college and teach fourth grade in my old elementary school.

    I don't trust men, if I have to get close I seize up. No amount of talking changes the way I feel. I know a man stopped the thief, but the man thief got my purse. I don't trust Grandpas, or college men, or taxi drivers. I spend all my time working out how to get around, how to avoid being around men. I dream about getting r**ed in the middle of the night. I go to work and I always wear a large menstruation pad which if not real I stain in case some man wants to take my pants off he will think I am on my period. I 'feel' men walking behind me and I harden up inside waiting for the hit on the head and being dragged off into a corner. I know I am going to get r**ed, I just don't know where.

    #45101 — Comments (0) — Jul 1, 2019 at 10:56 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 50

    I would like to get a women insight on questions, please. Here are the questions.

    What sexual positions gets you going and why. Do you talk nasty during sex. Now that

    summer time is here do you show more of yourself like wearing a short top or short

    dress. Are you forceful during sex, like i want it now and not later.

    #45097 — Comments (4) — Jul 1, 2019 at 7:00 AM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 32

    I'm a 32 year old Mormon housewife. I wasn't Mormon growing up. After I met my husband I converted. My life as a housewife is the best thing that I have done for myself. The kids come with the job. Respecting and obeying your husband comes with the job. Mormon men are not scared of putting their foot down and running their home and family. Maybe my grandfather did that, my father never did and no one in my pre Mormon life ever made me believe they were man enough for me.

    #45087 — Comments (2) — Jun 29, 2019 at 8:41 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 31

    Against the common thought, I am proof that you can be put in your place and kept there. I graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice, my goal was to be a police officer. After graduation another female graduate convinced me that we should join the Marines. We joined and were sent to witness all kind of shit and my friend got hurt real bad. She is OK now, but not without a lot of physical therapy and medical attention. When we got back and were discharged I saw an add for the DEA at the base and I applied and got accepted. I went through their training program and I was invited to go overseas. I was attached to the Embassy in a cover role. I was 28 and I was hard as stone, and I walked over anyone that got in my way. I looked back and I hadn't had sex since college, I basically hated men. To me a dick of any kind was useful for one thing, to cut off. I wasn't into women in that way, but all my friends were women and my best friend was my college friend.

    I thought I would do field work but I ended up doing office work. My job was gathering background information for the field teams. You do what you are told to do but it was because I was female. No doubt about that. Lots of people were getting hurt, not just ours but the other side as well. It was a war without being in uniform. After two years I resigned and got a job in security. I kept up my physical training and I was out jogging and a guy came up to me and asked if he could run with me. He was newly assigned and I met him again at one of the briefings. He was a veteran, early fifties, in great shape and he was there to take overall command.

    He fucked me, and not in a nice way. If you got in his way or you didn't do what he said he fucked you, female or male. I found out that if I didn't want to be on the shit list I had to let him fuck me. He was much stronger than me and he used his weight and his strength to put me down and keep me down. After each fucking I went away a tiny bit less pissed off. After a lot of fucking I went away and did what I was told. After that the fuckings were more civil, but man in charge. After the fuckings I was more civil and role played for him. After a lot more fuckings I was totally his and it showed.

    I can't condone it, not in that way. But in the end you just need to meet the man that is going to put you in your place and keep you there. Biology or sociology, if doesn't matter. I quit my job with him for the obvious reasons. I quit, not him. You don't ball bust the man that fucks you.

    #45081 — Comments (1) — Jun 29, 2019 at 11:07 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    My transition from a girl at home to a girl on my own took me through college, losing my lover and loneliness that can't be explained. I took a job at a large upscale department store the summer before college. I was assigned to the frilly lingerie section. Mostly older women who had money went there, you never saw some young college girl there. The department manager was a woman in her late forties who had been a real looker in her youth, I saw the pictures. She prided herself in helping women find the right size and she told me there was no way to know if the bra fit if you didn't squeeze the melons. Always, and she meant always, after you fit her you put your hands under her arms and took her boobs and made sure they were properly supported. And some women liked to get a massage while they were there trying on bras.

    She showed me, she picked out a bra that she said was my size and had me take off my top and bra. She stood me bear breasted in front of the mirror and admired what I had, youth is fleeting she said, one day those nice boobs would be around my knees. She cupped my boobs and played with my nipples and said she was going to give me a massage. She held me tight against her, I could feel her boobs in my back, she used her hands and massaged my bare boobs while we looked in the mirror and she told me secrets of the trade, so many women liked to get her massage. If I learned how to massage boobs I would have a steady clientele of my own. She took off her top and bra and had me stand behind her and she took my hands and put them on her boobs and had me massage her. It was all so wrong and all so right, when she put her hands down my pants to feel if I was happy she laughed and kissed me.

    She really did massage many of her clients, they came in every week and tried on bras. She said she got nice tips from them and would show me the money and she said that a lot of women liked to be happy too and some of them liked to be kissed in their happy place. She put me in in the dressing room a whole lot and massaged me and checked to see just how happy I was, she kissed my happy place and of course kissed my face and my boobs. She didn't just kiss me in the dressing room, she invited me to her apartment and kissed me there too. And she massaged me and I massaged her.

    I went to college a changed girl from when I graduated from college. In college life was so college, friends came and went over the semester and some were closer than others, and one night I told a guy about my summer job and he got out of control and I wasn't a virgin anymore. He also kissed my happy place, except that he had the tool to make my happy place even happier. I liked that a lot. As I went through college I was really not so open, I had two boyfriends, my first one and another one that I met in my senior year. He went his way and I went my way after college.

    I took a job working for a midsized school district in the suburbs and I met a teacher there and we agreed to live together to save money. She had all the wrong bras, I could tell. I bought a bra for her at Macy's and brought it home and forced her to try it on in front of me and I got behind her to adjust the straps and massage her boobs. She was not going to allow that but I was going to massage her boobs anyway and I grabbed her as tight as a I could and crammed my boobs into her and told her that I wasn't going to let go. We stood in front of the mirror while I massaged her boobs and I checked her happy place and then put her on her bed and undressed her and kissed her happy place, her boobs and her face. And then I went down on her until she got real happy.

    Whatever it was inside of me came to the top and I didn't leave her alone and everyday I massaged her boobs before she put on her bra and we got on the bed and make our happy place feel good. I was at home waiting for her and she was late. No call, nothing. I had this real bad feeling and this policeman knocked on the door. I threw up. He told me that she had been rear-ended by a dump truck and had not survived. My world stopped. No one knew, no one so my morning for her was silent and lonely. As far as everyone was concerned I had lost a roommate and a friend and no one understood why I was so lost. I had to quit work, I just couldn't go back to the school where we taught and I got a job working in an office for less pay. I couldn't afford my apartment alone and had to give that up, maybe for the best and moved into a garage apartment that was owned by a widow in her late sixties.

    I ended up confessing everything to her, I just couldn't stop and she listened quietly until I was so drained my head hurt. She told me that love is not something anyone of us understands and that losing your mate is a terrible thing. As we got to know each other I told her about my boss in the lingerie department and she laughed and said she could see how that would happen. You have to enjoy your body and why not enjoy it in a dressing room with a woman who knows how to massage your boobs and make you happy. She really helped me get back on center and move on. As far as I know she had a regular life, met a man and got married and had kids and lived her life with him, pretty boring.

    I got invited by a couple of girls I knew from around to go with them to Todos Santos in Baja and she said to go along and enjoy my body, I needed to get laid by man or woman, but get laid and come back and tell her how it was. I had no desire for a man, although there plenty of willing me around, I talked to a lady I met while bathing in the pool and we got to talking and I felt the need and she got the message and we went up to her room and I got laid, by a woman not a man. I hadn't had an orgasm since my girlfriend died and when she got me there I let go and emptied myself. We played around for the next couple of days, she went home to her husband and her home and I returned to my life, much refreshed and ready to take on the world. I was grown up and on my own.

    I have gained more respect for men, men can make your happy place very happy, it's just the cost of keeping them that makes it expensive emotionally. When I get to feeling lonely or just need to be hugged I find a girl for breast massage and to make our happy place happy. I have a girl who I am talking about living with, I am not sure that I could live everyday with a man. She has nice boobs, I need nice boobs, I love her boobs, her boobs fit in my hands and I can massage her the way I was taught. It's my little secret, I can always get a girl to get happy after a boob massage.

    #45046 — Comments (1) — Jun 27, 2019 at 9:38 AM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 40

    This question is for the ladies only. Do you enjoy a man going down on you? Eating

    your pussy. Could he lick you fast or slow?. Which do you like? Do you tell him were

    to lick or is he good at licking. Do you talk nasty to him or just let him lick away.

    #45044 — Comments (8) — Jun 27, 2019 at 9:03 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 31

    I come from a foreign country and I was sent here because of the crime problem to live with my father's best friend and his family. I arrived when I was 14 and I was admitted into the seventh grade. The family had three children of their own, all younger than me. From the beginning the wife used me as a baby sitter and a maid. She said it was necessary for me to be part of the house, even if my father was paying for me. I don't want to be a Cinderella but I hated it, I am not a maid.

    Because of how she treated me I escaped and ran away. I asked a man for a ride and he took me with him to where I live now. He had me live with him and he registered me in school with another name, which he bought from some people. I lived with him and we told everyone I was his niece. At his house I did all the housework because he didn't have a wife. I also slept with him.

    I finished college under my married name. My social security card and other documents including my passport are under my married name. I go by that name and no one calls me my real name. I haven't spoken to anyone in my family since I escaped.

    I don't feel bad, I was treated like a maid and I am not a maid. I am married now, but I know that my marriage license is with a false name and it scares me that one day someone will find out about me.

    #44998 — Comments (1) — Jun 24, 2019 at 10:31 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
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    Straight Female / 29

    In an act of foolishness I married an older coworker late at night in Las Vegas. I woke up in bed with him, obviously post sex at some point but I had no real memory of it and only a fleeting memory of getting married which only came back after he told me and showed me the marriage certificate.

    After consulting with a lawyer that I was in fact married and a doctor who confirmed that I was in fact expecting I agreed to give it a try. I moved in with him, set up house. My one request was for a washer dryer which he agreed to buy and was installed in the garage. I also changed my name.

    For sure we didn't really get along, he said I was head strong and spoiled and pretty cold to him. I accused him of controlling, putting his interests ahead of mine, and groping which I told him not to do. We slept in separate bedrooms and got divorced right after my baby was born. I made the worst mistake of my life, I was his wife and I should have given him the sex he wanted and been a wife and not refused to do the wash. Now I had a baby.

    He paid, not only for the baby, but for me too although there was no spousal support. I didn't return to work. I had permission to use the washer and dryer. So I did the wash. After six months of living in that apartment I asked to be able to move back in with him. I apologized, agreed to give him sex, do the wash and get married again. All before I turned twenty three. And agree to call myself his wife and call him my husband. I went ahead and had my second kid.

    I married drunk, I got pregnant drunk, I put myself and my son at risk, I crawled back, I didn't deserve to be taken back but he did. I do admit I was spoiled brat. I still am. I live real well in a four bedroom house, I don't work outside the home, I am a soccer mom with a Suburban, three kids and dog. I am a spoiled brat, as spoiled by my husband as I am by my dad. I really need to grow up.

    #44978 — Comments (0) — Jun 22, 2019 at 5:52 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    Its just a question, my husband insists I give him a blow job and swallow his spunk when ime on my period, he waits to make sure I have swallowed it all, I don't like the swallowing part I use to nearly gag at first, I do it to please him I pretend I enjoy it , I was wondering how many women or men do the same, to please there partner

    #44919 — Comments (9) — Jun 18, 2019 at 10:44 AM — That's Juicy! (14) Remove It.
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