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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 —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 32

    Ive had the same Gyno since my teens back then I used to be straight but now thanks to her and those magical fingers of hers I swing both ways. Every time I have a visit she does her thing... then she fingers me to heights that make me wanna scream. She knows what sheâs doing guess she gets a lot of practice lol I just had her on Friday and since I was her last patient we spent more time than needed in that room and let me tell you a secret she knows some tricks with that tongue of hers

    #43606 — Comments (3) — Mar 3, 2019 at 5:24 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 34

    Ladies, I have a couple of questions for you. This is not "clinical" or "biology", but feelings and description.

    I see the look on my wife's face when she cums, and the way her body reacts, but I'm asking you, as a woman, to describe the sensations you feel when you cum. What does the build up feel like, and what do you experience when that orgasm washes through you?

    I'd also ask you to use the terms that you prefer during sex, cock/hardness/meat... pussy/kitty/twat.

    Guys can never know what you experience on your end, so I'd like to know what women actually feel during sex.

    And what do you absolutely crave during sex that guys rarely do? I know it is different for every woman, but my wife is one of those women who turns red and says "I don't know" when I ask her what she really wants during sex. When she seems really into it, I don't know if I should pull her hair, press against her back, or reach around and squeeze her breasts.

    Do women like having their breasts squeezed during?

    #43597 — Comments (5) — Mar 3, 2019 at 6:23 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — 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.
  • — Women Only —
    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! (7) 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 (4) — 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 (1) — Feb 21, 2019 at 9:08 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    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! (9) Remove This.
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