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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.

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  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 44

    This is something my husband still knows nothing about and I doubt I will ever tell him. The only person who knows about this is my best friend Gail who I told many years ago. When I was 12 until 15 I spent a little over three years in a foster home where I was abused weekly by Donald M. I did find out he ended up in prison for many years after being convicted of child abuse and died several years ago. It was other kids he abused and I was never contacted or questioned by the authorities. I must have been one of the first he abused so in a way I was fortunate not to have to go into details about what he did to me. I don't think at the time I thought he was abusing me because he was never mean and never beat or hurt me. It was always done when his wife was out of the house or away somewhere. He always gave me a pill which was supposedly a vitamin then subject me to a physical examination. I still don't know what kind of pill he gave me but do remember being relaxed and perfectly compliant. He simply had me take all my clothes off and examine my body. At first it was just that, an examination, until I began experiencing orgasms which he proclaimed where good for me. I don't know when it was done but believe I was 13 when my hymen was penetrated. It didn't occur to me until years after this guy was masturbating me and eventually began having intercourse with me. I don't think I ever saw his penis since he would always have me bent over when he had intercourse with me from the rear. I was always in a fog when he did this which was at least once every week. Once I took the "vitamin pill" he would wait awhile before taking me to my room and having me disrobe. He never took his clothes off in front of me and I had never seen him naked the years I lived there. I doubt I knew what arousal or orgasm meant back then but did know it felt good when he did this to me. His excuse or logic for it was telling me it was a responsibility of a foster parent to do it. For some reason I believed this p**ophile and am just glad he finally got punished and think he was in prison for 7 years. When I was 15 I was taken in by my mothers sister and lived with her until I got out of college. I never spoke about it and kept it to myself all theses years since then. I don't feel any guilt about it and am confident enough to know it was not my fault. The pill he gave me each time had to be some type of a date r**e drug and he knew exactly what he was doing. He probably thought he would never get caught but thankfully he finally did. His wife was a very nice lady who was always good to me and I doubt she knew what he was doing over those years. If I told my husband or for that matter any other friends or family I'm afraid they would think I was stupid for letting it happen. I really don't let it bother much because I know how I was drugged, taken advantage of and know he was completely responsible for it. My friend Gail is the one who found out he died in 2015 because she still lives in that town.

    #42149 — Comments (4) — Nov 3, 2018 at 11:17 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    Seventeen and a senior in high school I met this guy who worked at the repair shop down the street. He took me to his place which was a small apartment a couple of blocks towards downtown. After a minute he told me why he had taken me there and wanted it right away. I lost my virginity on his unmade bed and I sucked my first cock. He wasn't mean or anything I just think I didn't know that he was going to hold me down to have sex. I also didn't know how to suck cock, I was pretty naïve.

    He liked me a whole lot and I went to his apartment and learned how to have sex and how to give him blow jobs. The whole time it was really just about sex, we never dated or went anywhere. After sex I always made his bed really nice. Like see, I can be a woman.

    He wasn't anyone I would have dated. I went on to college and when I had sex with a guy I always made his bed afterwards. It's kind of my trademark. If we have sex I make the bed the next morning, if we don't have sex my husband makes the bed.

    #42135 — Comments (3) — Nov 1, 2018 at 11:54 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 33

    During Katrina I left Baton Rouge for Houston to stay with some friends. My car broke down east of Beaumont and two guys in a pickup stopped and gave me a lift. In Houston I asked my friends to let them stay since they had helped me out. I had the guest room and they camped out in the living room. I was sound asleep when he woke me up, he kept his hand on my mouth until I agreed not to yell. He got in bed with me and screwed me.

    For the next six days he got in bed with me and his friend slept on the couch. He had sex with me every night. When my friend asked me if I liked 'that' I told her the truth, I did. They left and went to stay with some friends in the Dallas area. We stayed in touch for a while but then moved on.

    But I remember him.

    That's my Katrina story.

    #42086 — Comments (3) — Oct 28, 2018 at 3:06 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    I should title this a confession of a sugar baby,

    I was 23 and I met him because he walked into the shop I was working at looking for a Mother's Day gift for his wife. We talked and I asked him a lot of questions trying to come up with the right gift for him. He told me that he and his wife were working through some difficult times, and he just wanted something to let her know he cared, a sort of peace offering. We found this crystal bowl, I suggested that he should put two dozen roses in it and give her the roses and the bowl. I had done my job, except that when he left he patted my cheek and told me I was a good girl.

    He came back after Mother's Day to report to me, this time he told me he found me to be really pretty, he always imagined that a girl should look like me, this time he didn't pat my face, he ran his finger up and down my cheek and told me that I made him want to hold me, to fill me, to make me lose my mind. I hadn't noticed that he had his hand on my mine and he asked what it would take to get a kiss. When I caught my breath and told him that I couldn't do that, he said that if he couldn't kiss me then I should kiss him and he put his cheek towards me and I kissed his cheek.

    He took me out and back to his company's corporate apartment and had sex with me. I woke up beside a man who was exactly one year younger than my father. The corporate apartment never got used after that, not for corporate purposes, he kept it and he used it and that is where we met. I guess the definition of being a sugar baby is being half his age, and getting money and jewelry and a car and having sex with him all the time. If so I was his sugar baby and he was my sugar daddy. I got money all the time, thousands of dollars, he kept telling me to move into a nice place and get out of the shit hole I lived in. He introduced me to this woman who ran an art gallery, an upscale art gallery and he put her in charge of educating me.

    I don't know how much money she got, but she got lots of money from him too. She found a nice place for me to move to and she found nice clothes for me to wear and she kept finding all kinds of jewelry for me to wear, including putting some of hers on me. She was in charge of me and she made sure I was always dressed up. When it was my night to spend with him she softened me up and gave me deep massages so that I would be nice and relaxed for him when he came over. By then I was working with her at the gallery, all the clients were wealthy patrons and she knew them all by name. She introduced me to some of the women as his baby doll, and would tell her patrons that if only she had met me first she would have eaten me up instead now she had to take care of me so that when he came to dinner he would not go home hungry. She was an out and out lesbian and I'm sure so were some of the women patrons that came to look or by something.

    Over time I became fully part of that crowd, going to parties, some of which he attended, and some at which both he and his wife attended. I was always escorted by my guardian who made sure I was always presentable, the best bouquet at the party. If he wasn't there she kept me very close to her, she spoke of me as hers and she said I wasn't for sale or rent. I was deep into the world of wealthy women who spent their free time with other women, if they were lesbian or just went in for the sex it was hard for me to tell. They knew I was not for touching, they knew whose I really was and everyone pretended everything and I was his baby doll once or twice a week.

    I guess that somewhere between that first day I met him and the day he told me that I had gotten under his skin and he was in love with me I had fallen in love with him. According to my guardian, who knew him best, I was the first girl he had fallen for, and it was all her fault and she should have left me plain like day old bread. But she made sure that my place was set up for him, and she made sure that my place was decorated and set up. It was all her taste, I learned a lot from her, but it was her taste of what his house should look like and his coming home to girl should look like. She told me hundreds of times she wanted me, but she knew better. She had been his girl a long time ago, before she had realized that her wants and his wants were for the same type of girl.

    Being the baby doll, the sugar baby, with a governess takes some getting used to. But I am used to it now, and I am glad she is my governess, maybe if she didn't like what he likes she wouldn't be so good to me. I like her liking me like that, not that I would get on a bed with her or anything like that, but I just love being taken care of by her.

    #42082 — Comments (0) — Oct 28, 2018 at 10:01 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 22

    New to sex I didn't know that you never take his side of the bed. No one told me, but I learned.

    #42033 — Comments (6) — Oct 25, 2018 at 8:50 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Lesbian Female / 32

    My best friend asked me to help her with a lingerie party at her house. There were another six women there and it was fun and everyone had to show off what they were buying and my friend, the owner of the house, decided that she would model some of the lingerie for us, changing into several sets, getting more and more risque as the changes took place. She pushed us all into buying some lingerie that we would probably never wear, who wears that? None of the women are what you may call runway models, and panties without a crotch? And bras with holes for your nipples? But watching her wear them, or rather model them for us, strutting on the top of the dining room table, bending over to touch her toes, cupping her breasts and pinching on her nipples. Buy them, and make your man want you more. Buy them and make your girlfriend want you more. Buy them and wear them and masturbate with them. She had lotions, and several male penis toys of various sizes and colors, she swore to us she had tried them all and all of them fit, take her word for it.

    She sold a lot, some really risque stuff and some stuff that was too small for the buyer but everyone wants to have their boobs held up and everyone wants to feel her lady bits cupped by a tight thong, and some of us wanted to feel what it was like to have crotchless panties on and have our nipples poke through our bras. And some of us bought some of those male penis things, laughing as we selected which size would work best. She gave us a pamphlet on masturbation, going through each page and illustration one by one, including he illustrations on anal plugs which no one bought.

    After everyone left she came out of the room in her crotchless panties and see through nippleless bra. She had a set and asked me to go put them on and we were going to have our own private party, two bitches getting it on, masturbating, fingering and eating each other out. I am just not the type of woman for crotchless panties, and my body type is just not slim, but she helped me change into them, she pushed me on the bed and sucked my nipples and played with my pussy and ate me using one of her penis toys to fuck me. This is the difference between her and me, I just can't get up the never to do things, like wearing those panties, while she can wear them to the mall and eat my pussy before she goes.

    She has a TV in her room and she put on some of our favorite girl stuff and we made out while the show was on, stopping now and again to look at the girls fingering and fucking each other, I have always liked to watch rimming and enjoy it myself, both giving and receiving. There are a million receptors around your hole and you can gently touch her, lick her and kiss her while you finger her or play with her clit and you can excite her into an orgasm, or if she does it to you well then you get to have the orgasm. She had several butt plugs, which are not my favorites but she likes them and with plenty of lube you can pretty much fit any size, just go down on it slowly until it pops in.

    Naked women have always excited me, especially in showers or other non sexual places like saunas. I just like to look, I always have since I was very little, I like pussies and tits and ass and legs and lips and God everything, a pretty naked girl, thinking about juicing up her pussy and sucking her tits always works to help me get off while I masturbate. But, making out with my best friend, the way she eats me out, fucking me with her penis toys, gently licking my butt and rubbing my clit and boom she sends me off to Mars. She knows how to do it, she does it, she smiles and waits for me to come back to her and send her on a first class trip to Mars, I love her pussy and butt, her tits and lips, everything there is, and seeing her in those silly panties and bra just makes me want her that much more.

    Through the gr**evine we know that some of the women that buy her stuff try it on and get their man to come after them, and we hint to them that maybe they need to wear that for their best friend and find out why men like pussy so much, if they try it, maybe they will like it too. Why work so hard for a penis, when you can buy one and play around with your best friend and fly first class to Mars every time. We aren't advocating lesbianism, we are advocating fucking with your best friend, she knows what she likes and you know what you like and who better to have fun with, take a bath together, wear your lingerie for each other, get some lubricants, a penis or two, invite her to suck your pussy and you do it too. It's so much better than a plain old fuck.

    #42013 — Comments (0) — Oct 23, 2018 at 8:56 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 26

    My friend and I were running home in the rain when this car stopped and offered us a ride. The guy told us to get in and get out of the rain, he would drive us home. We got in, I got in the front seat and my friend in the back. He asked us where I lived and he took us home. When we got to the house he stopped me from getting out of the car and told me that I should never get in a car with a stranger. I was eleven years old.

    I ran into him several times as I grew older, he worked at this bank and the town was small and I always remembered him and he remembered me. One afternoon I ran into him at the supermarket, I had a my bag of cosmetics and a magazine and he offered to take me home. I got in the car with him and he told me again that I should never get in a car with a stranger. I answered that he wasn't a stranger and he asked me what if he wanted to take me off to someplace and have his pleasure with me. I told him to take me and have his pleasure with me.

    We drove to this house and he parked in the garage and we went into the house. He sat in a chair and told me that he wanted to see if I was ripe enough, he wanted good sized tits a round ass and furry bush and if I wasn't ripe he was taking back to the supermarket and exchange me for a ripe girl. I got undressed, taking all my clothes off and he asked me to turn around for him, he asked me if I had ever gotten dick because once I started I wasn't going to give it up. He got up and took his clothes off and he took me back to his room and we had sex. We stayed on the bed afterwards naked, he took his time asking me to play with his dick, and he played with my pussy and tits. We had sex again before we went and got our clothes in the living room and he drove me home.

    We fucked so much, we would agree on where to meet, he would pick me up and we went to his house and we fucked. He really liked fucking me and I really liked being fucked. I got to the point that being naked with him was natural, letting him touch me felt good and I let him touch anything, including my little butt hole when he kissed me. I dreamt about being married to him, living with him, having kids. When I was at his house I pretended I was his wife. He was very careful and we made sure I didn't get pregnant.

    By the time I was ready to go to college he told me to go to college, and find a young guy who could fuck and become his girlfriend. I told him I was never going to fuck with anyone else. I spent my college years without a college boyfriend, going back home and going over to his house to be with him. He is uncomfortable with me being so attached to him and he remind me that he is a confirmed bachelor and he is too old to get married. I listen but don't pay attention.

    #41981 — Comments (0) — Oct 21, 2018 at 10:10 AM — That's Juicy! (21) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 34

    I am a 34 year old academic. I am not married, never have been. I feel I was always a bit too tall and big boned, not fat, well proportioned but five eleven and 160 pounds. I have never gone for other women, I have always had a thing for teachers and professors. I need intellect, but men like that talk but don't act.

    So in order to satisfy my 'needs' I have been the girlfriend of an established businessman and philanthropist, he is like my sugar daddy and I am his sugar baby. Except I am now 34 and not 24. He is what to me is a genius, his mind is amazing and his knowledge is everywhere. He is not politically correct, he cusses a lot and tells women to shut up which makes me laugh, the look on their face is worth a thousand pictures. With men he waits and when they are done he states his position until he wins the argument. The University doesn't like him, they just want the money.

    I am not a quiet pussy, I give him my ideas but I am submissive sexually. I don't challenge his authority and submit to him and purr. It's silly in many ways, he just can't tolerate being challenged, to get along I go along, and purr for him. He gives me anything I want. Truthfully I am not at all dominant with him, I gave in the first time I met him, I served him his coffee and pissed off my projects leader, when he told her to shut up I peed a little in my pants, I loved him right then and there.

    To me I don't respect men who are not dominant and I cringe around women who act as a man. I am not politically correct, I mouth off at stupid people and I have told more than one hard up woman to go get laid. Under him I have lost all my illusions of my undergraduate years and I appreciate more and more my friends who are now on the mommy track. I am ready for that, I had a problem with it before when I was an undergrad, but now I am ready. I will be a sugar baby with a baby, planned, wanted and with his participation. Like I said he can't say no, when I told him I wanted to get pregnant he was quiet, for once he said nothing and I got my way. My girlfriend is positive this will push him over the edge and he will get married and I will stay home.

    My journey with this man has made me appreciate who I am, given me strength to go here I never thought I would go, I am so looking forward to being a mother, it is my new horizon.

    #41967 — Comments (1) — Oct 20, 2018 at 11:53 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Female / 39

    When I was 19 I was dancing at men's clubs in the oilfields of Alberta. For extra money you met the guy out back and he got a quick one and you went back in to dance. I met a girl there and she told me that she knew of this doctor who would perform a tubal ligation on you and sterilize you so you wouldn't have to worry about being pregnant. All around us were men who were getting vasectomies and at the time it sounded like the thing to do. By then I had lost count of the number of men I had sex with, most five minute sex, but still I had the problem that I was getting fucked and a pregnancy can ruin your career.

    At 24 one of the men who came by the club and paid for me to go out back with him asked me to move with him overseas. He had gotten a job posted in South America and if I wanted to I could marry him and he would take me with him. I married him and left Canada and lived in several countries in South America and other countries as he went up the ladder in his career. Of course we never had children, he had a vasectomy so he wasn't looking for children.

    In my mid thirties I went through a depression I couldn't shake. I had been contacted by my girlfriend of my dancing days. I asked her to come out and see us while we were in Malaysia. The whole issue of getting my tubes tied came back to me. It really hit me hard, and I had to deal with my past, she had stayed in the business until she was run out and she was jumping from job to job trying to say alive. At a party that we had at out house with my husband's coworkers she got drunk and started talking about when she and I met and told everyone that we danced at clubs, at least she didn't tell everyone that we went out back for a quick fifty bucks.

    My husband told me he knew what I did, he had paid for me and decided to take me anyway, like buying a used car, you took it as is. That didn't help. I had a bust lift when I was 29 in Colombia and I still had my figure. When my husband went offshore I got into an affair with one of his employees who was stationed onshore. I went wild and pretty much gave myself to any man who wanted me. The word got back to my husband and he shipped me back to Edmonton. I needed to make money and I went back into prostitution after hours. My day job was working as a sales clerk at a cosmetic's counter in the mall.

    I am 39 years old. I am alone and I don't have much to show for my life. I wish I had stayed in my small town where I grew up and married some nobody who farmed. I wish I had never become a dancer or had never been a prostitute. I wish I had children. That is all wishes.

    If you want to know I prostitute for old men who want me to dance naked for them, most of the time the only thing they can do is watch, maybe get semi hard from a hand job or a blow job. I masturbate in front of them with various size dildos, some want me to wash the floors on my hands and knees with out any underwear on so they can look up my ass. Some do get hard enough and they do want to fuck, men who are thirty years older than me. I sit on tables so they can eat me with whipped cream or chocolate sauce, I let them see me pee and I stand behind them holding their prick while they pee. I let some men fuck me with my dildos and if they pay extra I let them fuck me in the ass with a dildo. The days of a quick fifty dollar fuck out back are just a memory. Most of the time it is a two or three hour thing with these men, they pay extra for the time. They just want a naked woman with them.

    #41946 — Comments (9) — Oct 19, 2018 at 8:50 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This. ( * )
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    Straight Female / 20

    My mother is a daytime maid at the house of this rich family. They also have a full time nanny for their kids, she is a live in. My mom tells me that lots of days when she makes up the nanny's room her sheets have sex stains, but the wife's bed hardly ever has sex stains. The wife doesn't work at a job, mostly she socializes or works charity. When the kids are in school the wife and nanny spend the day together.

    And of course my mom gets paid peanuts and the nanny has a suburban for her use, she eats with the family, socializes with them, goes on vacation with them, and we don't know what her salary is but it's a lot because she is a school teacher that became the nanny after the kids were born. When my mom complains about having to clean up after her she is told that she is the maid for the whole family.

    Yeah, my mom is jealous and feels she is underpaid because she shouldn't have to be the maid for the help.

    Personally I don't get rich people. They treat me all right and when I was young they always sent gifts for my birthday and Christmas and they paid for me to go to a private prep school and are paying my college at Nortwestern. I always get a hug and they are happy to see me, but still I am the maid's daughter, I always have to remember I am not family. I don't feel comfortable sitting in the den with them when my mother is in the kitchen but when I am over there that's what they want me to do.

    Sorry I am just feeling down, of course I appreciate my education, I really do but I know I am not one of the family, I don't have my place at their house, like the nanny. She is family, but not me.

    #41937 — Comments (3) — Oct 17, 2018 at 9:20 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This. ( * )
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