You don't have javascript enabled. To properly interact with Adult Confessions, please enable javascript on your browser.
Adult Confessions | Women-only |
Women Only
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 / 29

    In college I had a girl friend. She was a little outside of my comfort zone. She liked me and we hung out together. One day she asked me to walk with her back to the dorms instead of taking the bus. During the walk she said she wanted me to hear her out and not get upset, she was going to ask me something that I may not understand right away. She told me she liked me, and not in the friend sort of way, but in the real girlfriend sort of way. She understood if that was not something for me, but she had to ask. She stopped me and asked me if I would let her kiss me, at least one kiss, that she had been dreaming of it for months and she wanted to kiss me and hold me. Her kiss was out in the open, on the sidewalk, between the Chemistry building and the Social Studies building. Her kiss was intense, it didn't stop, and she wanted to hug. It was my first kiss with her. It was my first sexual kiss.

    The kiss ended up with us going to bed. She had experience from when she was in high school and she read a lot about lesbians. She gave me a book to read, it was a love story of two girls who met during the war. Over the time we became a couple, not just friends. Intimacy came easy, almost naturally. We had sex and we made love.

    Along about our senior year a guy started to hit on me. It was more than just a bother, he was intense and he had his hands all over me. I told him I was spoken for, but that didn't stop him. I didn't have a boyfriend to show, and I didn't tell him about my girlfriend relationship. One party he got what he wanted. The next morning when I got home to my girlfriend she was very upset. I was upset. It was my first time. My now boyfriend would not take no for an answer and in order to appease him I gave him sex when he wanted. Until one day my girlfriend said she wanted to try. Why not? Maybe if I liked it she would like it.

    For the rest of the time we were in college we shared him as a boyfriend. Although he lived with two guys, he spent most of his time with us. We had given in to both of us being with him, and that is pretty much how the semester ended.

    When we graduated, he went his way and my girlfriend and I went our way. We stayed together for next couple of years. Until one day he called and he said he had enough of living like he did and wanted to come back to us. He would move, find a job and move in with us. Living together was hard, especially because he wanted to set the rules. At first he had his bedroom, but he wanted the three of us to sleep together and being what it is, we relented and we agreed to sleep together.

    Toda y my girlfriend and I live together. Our boyfriend lives apart from us. He is still our boyfriend. Some nights I feel the bed is empty. Some nights it is nice to have the room to ourselves. At this time we are trying out this separation.

    #39991 — Comments (0) — Apr 17, 2018 at 2:22 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 38

    I have been thinking of this for a long time. I am trapped now and there is no reasonable way out.

    I swallowed the cool aid. I went to college, got a business degree, got hired by a Big Four Accounting firm, passed the CPA, worked the 60 to 70 hour weeks. I got promoted on time. I was on the road to become Manager. A client had a man who would talk to me. He always made conversation and it was always about why I wasn't married, that I was a waste because I was unmarried without children. He was touching a button so I always engaged in the dialog, even when it went south and he put me down. One day he asked me if I had even ever had sex, or if I was one of those women who went down on other women. He made me tell him out loud, he held my face with his hand and shook my face and made me tell him I liked dick. I was 30 and I was a virgin.

    He wasn't gentle with me, he forced his dick down my throat, I gagged and vomited. He forced his dick up my ass. He forced his dick in me and he ejaculated without allowing me to have any protection. He made me get pregnant. After I was pregnant my life in the professional world came to an end. For the next four years I was pregnant and taking care of newborn babies.

    With my third baby he allowed me to have some help. I hired a woman, a woman with a degree in education who didn't like working for the school system. My now husband told me she was unfuckable. She was destined to use her maternal instincts on another woman's children. Because she was working for me he wanted me to go another round and have a fourth.

    I am 38 years old now, my four kids are all doing fine. I don't work outside the home. My nanny is still with me, she takes care of most of the hard work with them. She also is there for after school and teaching. My husband is used to her, but he is still of the opinion that she is unfuckable. She has an attitude and she never looks attractive. She is ok around him, but complains about him when he is not there. I tell her that life is what it is, I use to be a career woman and look at me now. I can't explain it, and she shouldn't try.

    After children I have a very high sex drive. Higher than he wants to deal with. I am perpetually feeling unfulfilled. If he didn't work the hours he does, he would probably be able to satisfy me. But as it is I work out at the gym, and use toy friends to pleasure myself when I take a bath. I have this unanswered question, whether my nanny ever gets sex, does she even want sex, or does she have her toys as well? She never talks about sex.

    I have nightmares that one day she is going to walk in on me while I am masturbating. I lock the door, I always have, even when the kids were real little. I bought these clips that I use on my nipples. I am obsessed with them now. I have both a vibrator and a hand held dildo. The vibrator to start but without the hand held dildo for penetration I can't seem to have an orgasm. In the tub I only use the dildo and the nipple clips. I want penetration, the more the better. I mean I want penetration from my husband. My fantasies when I masturbate is that he comes home, finds me doing something he doesn't like, and hauls me off to the bedroom and punishes me.

    The most he ever does is make me sit and listen to his lecture about spending too much money or not taking care of the kids well enough. If I am that bad why doesn't he punish me with his hand. My first orgasm was when he shook my face and made me tell him I wanted dick. He doesn't understand that I need to feel his wrath. He hasn't fucked me in the ass for a long time. I don't like it, but that shouldn't stop him from doing it. He says I am bored. I say I am frustrated, I need more dick. I can say it now, out loud. I can tell him to give me dick.

    I don't understand how my nanny can live without having dick. I can't swear that she has never had sex, but I am about as sure as it can be. As an auditor I would sign the opinion that she is a virgin. I came very close to giving her my dildo and telling her to get some use out of it. Of course I didn't, I kept it for myself.

    One last note, my youngest daughter is going to turn four. I have flushed my birth control down the toilet. What happens happens. I need more dick, if I don't have another baby how am I going to justify my nanny? Really, though I just want to get pregnant. My husband likes me pregnant and I like being pregnant for him.

    #39979 — Comments (3) — Apr 16, 2018 at 8:38 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 27

    My father committed suicide two days after he was released from prison. He was a bad man. That night I gave myself completely to my boss. My boss is a good man. I may never completely forget what my father did with me. I want to be a woman for my boss, he wants me to be a woman. Now I am ready to try. He is the man I want to have babies with. I want him to think of me as his woman.

    #39978 — Comments (0) — Apr 15, 2018 at 10:01 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 35

    It was an after game party at a lake house. Kids were smoking pot, drinking. Everyone was technically under age. Kids were going back to the bedrooms to have sex. The cops showed up. They were really mean and treated us like dirt. We were all under age and we all got in trouble. My parents had to pay a lawyer to negotiate a deal for me.

    I was stuck at home, the parties were over, it busted up everyone's life. At the party I had witnessed kids having sex, and I became obsessed with it. I started hanging out with my neighbor and I decided that I needed to have sex with him, get it over with. He did have sex with me, but afterwards he treated me really bad. But when he wanted sex and he didn't have a date he called me to go over to his house and he would have sex with me. I always went.

    When I graduated from high school I enrolled in the junior college so that I could stay close to my neighbor. He had finished at the police academy. He gave me the sex I needed, but it was always bad afterwards. We never went out.

    He did finish police academy and became a street cop, but then he took leave to go to college. I followed him. I lived with him, when we left college I lived with him. He never married me. I am 35 years old, I work in retail sales at a nice jewelry store, I have an apartment of my own. He lives in a house. I take care of everything. He has sex when he wants.

    I know I am his doormat, his cleaning lady, his sex doll. I know he is not interested in marrying me. I don't enjoy my life, but I don't want another life. I know ladies in their fifties who are alone. I am going to be one of those ladies, still doing housework for my childhood neighbor, even if he has a wife. I don't know any other life.

    #39964 — Comments (0) — Apr 14, 2018 at 8:10 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 30

    Thirty is a good age to be. I now have a job that pays me 70K a year. I admit that I was careless and stupid in my early twenties. I won't go into too many details, but I did not respect myself and I let a lot of things happen that I regret. And for whatever reason, allowing anal sex is way up there in the regret meter. Also, being a slut that was passed around at parties having sex with several men in one night. Nothing nice, and nothing you want to talk about. All this was in college and right after.

    I am now seeing a grown man, a respectable man. He is divorced and he has kids in their twenties. His daughter is three years younger than me. Not quite the step mom image that you think about. She has been my best friend, helping me learn how to be the right person for her father.

    This man is my dream come true. He is smart, real smart. It scares me and it turned me on from the beginning when I met him. He is in my opinion very good looking, very manly. He is 55 and very fit. He is a true lover. He showed me that he could make me have an orgasm without penetration using a feather and blowing on my clitoris. The only thing I had to do was allow myself to be blindfolded. He learned that from a Chinese woman in Singapore. Freaky beyond belief, his words and his denial of giving me penetration drove me up the wall and when I had an orgasm it was unlike anything I had experienced before. It is an oriental thing.

    I am learning several things with him. One, which he holds as a must for a girl, is to know how to entertain. I have a tutor, a woman in her fifties that is teaching me and his daughter the fine art of hosting a party. It is a lot of fun. His daughter and I are also taking lessons on makeup, to look sophisticated. It is like playing dress up, but for real.

    I am also exploring light bondage. Freaky not to be able to get away. I never imagined that being bare butt spanked with his hand would get me aroused, but it did. Learning to let him spank me and touch my butt is also freaky. You are taught all your life not to let yourself be touched like that, and all of a sudden you have to surrender yourself to his hands. He is very experienced, he lived in the Far East for several years and knows things that are new to me. I got a gift of anal beads. I haven't used them, he told me these were for when I was alone.

    He is a love maker, by the time he mounts I am past the point of being able to resist. I have a lot of penis items that he gave me to get familiar with, also from China and Southeast Asia. Carved out of wood and ivory, some are so delicate and others are grotesque. He says they are ancient dildos. Who knew that the Chinese had ivory dildos? You aren't supposed to use them today, he gave them to me to fondle and touch. Sitting naked with him on the bed with a grotesque ancient ivory penis in my hand is a bit freaky as well. He wants me to worship them. His daughter does not know about these.

    Thirty is proving to be a new year for me. I have a nice job, and I met a very interesting man. As a bonus I met his daughter, who is a very good friend. He gave me an engagement ring that is still strange to wear, it is too big. I am getting married to a man in a May September wedding. I fell for him because of the sex, I fell in love with him because of who he is, his money is nice to have but it is the sex that got me, not his money.

    #39955 — Comments (0) — Apr 12, 2018 at 10:57 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Lesbian Female / 23

    I am 23. I recently graduated from college. In high school I was the 'younger' girl. The 'other' girl is now 26. She is always on top. When you are the younger girl you have to let her be on top. I am supposed to move in with her. Right now we live in separate places, on purpose.

    Once I move in I know how it is going to go. When I am at her place, it is always the same. She can't keep her hands off my ass. Fortunately in public we are both respectful, we are not that couple which is showing off. But when I am alone with her, she can't keep her hands off my ass. I let her, because what else am I going to do? She likes to put her arms around me, put both hands on my ass, and then kiss. No kiss before she gets her hands on my ass. She has an ass fetish.

    I am naturally passive with her. She is the older one, and I follow. In bed, from way back when we started, it is about having her rub me down, she likes to spend time on my boobs, which I like a whole lot. I also like being on my stomach and have her massage my thighs and buttocks. It feels so good.

    Neither one of is tattooed, which in our world is almost one of a kind. But we do have washable pens, and we draw on each other. It is fun, make believe tattoos. She puts on deep red lipstick and kisses me all over and I wake up with lip marks all over my body. Lipstick takes a long time to wash off. I have to be careful because once while I was still in college I went out with a lipstick kiss on the back of my neck. Explain that to the girl sitting behind you? She kisses me all over.

    We did go and get a marriage license. "I do". It sounds kind of silly. "I do". After we say "I do", I will move in. You don't live together until you are married. Old school mom stuff I know. But that is the way it is. No "I do", no living together.

    #39941 — Comments (0) — Apr 10, 2018 at 11:24 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    Middle America. Ohio. Cleveland. Nothing exciting happens in Middle America.

    They came into town in a beat up old van. Musicians, with a girl. They ordered lunch and asked for directions. They were playing at this ratty dive, on a road trip. I went down there with a friend. The place was pretty empty so we were going to leave. The girl in the band got off the stage and this hood grabbed her. Off the stage came the guitar player, he broke his guitar over the hoods head. The hood got up and beat the guitar player up pretty bad.

    But he left and he left the girl alone. I don't usually get involved, but this boy was hurt really bad. I called my dad, who called an ambulance, who called the police. The boy was looked at by the EMTs and I told my dad that someone needed to look after the girl. He told me to bring her home with me.

    After a couple of days the boy was able to get around. His guitar was smashed and my dad had the ratty venue buy him another one. The girl, she stayed with us for those three days. She was an exotic tambourine player, with funny hair and long legs. My mother asked me to wash her clothes, they looked pretty bad. While her clothes were in the wash I let her wear some of mine, which fit more or less, not to go out, but ok to be around the house.

    I fell in love with the tambourine player. She left me her name, real name, and her address and when I finished college I went to see her. She wasn't a tambourine player any more, she was working at a real estate office. When I saw her I put my arms around her neck and kissed her. She looked at me and all she said was "OK". I was embarrassed, I had just acted. But she acted back. After about five minutes she came over to me and said lets do this again. How are you, glad you came to see me and then she took me up and kissed me. When she let me go she said we were even.

    We walked outside and she asked me if I meant it, the kiss. I said yes, it just came out of me. She asked me to kiss her again, but this time to put my heart into it. This time she kissed back, we had a long kiss. I guess I was still pretty young, she was 26 so I thought she was old, I was 22.

    That night she said I had to stay with her, like she had stayed with us. Except she lived with another girl in an apartment. She told me that there was only room for me beside her in bed. She was really experienced and she went for it all that night. She told me that she wanted me to reciprocate. Go for the gold, she told me. We didn't get much sleep that night and her roommate was all over us for the noise.

    My first all in love for a woman was with her. We stayed in love for a long time. We never dated, we just went from zero to sixty in one second flat. The difficulty with relationships is that you have to have more in common. She never went to college, and she was a bit impulsive. We drifted apart as I got older, but the feeling of being in love with her never left, it just found a safe place.

    Anyway, Cleveland OHIO, where nothing ever happens. Except that night.

    #39910 — Comments (0) — Apr 6, 2018 at 1:59 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This. ( * )
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 28

    I was seven and he saw me and said I looked pretty and God bless you. He did photographs part time and asked my mom if I could be his subject. He and my mom became friends, and he made several photo shoots of me. One afternoon I was at home and started to look through his binder. There were a whole lot of my pictures, but the group of the end were pictures of my mother.

    All kinds of pictures, indoor, outdoor, funny, serious, posed, caught napping, and topless, and naked, and open spread pictures, and porn, oral sex on a man, anal sex with a man, laughing naked with him, it was my first exposure to porn.

    I put them back and didn't say anything. I never saw my mother the same again, she was 26 that year, and I kept those images to myself. Twenty years later, I was 27 and my boyfriend started to photograph me in the nude. I instinctively repeated my mother's poses, same layouts, anal sex, oral sex, if she did it I did it.

    In a daring moment I let my mother see the pictures, as her anger grew, when she was really angry, I told her all I did was copy her. Today I have those old pictures of my mother, we were the same age, and except for our hair cut, we were pretty much alike.

    I really enjoy seeing those pictures, of my mother and me, totally naked, some just erotic, others pure porn.

    #39855 — Comments (0) — Apr 1, 2018 at 4:52 PM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Male / 49

    I think that all women should dedicate there existence to man and be Bi and call the man Master and obey his every desire. The woman, by the man, should be treated as a queen or a goddess in return. Now lifes better.

    #39854 — Comments (0) — Apr 1, 2018 at 4:12 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
  • — Women Only —
    Straight Female / 31

    I found out my husband has a girlfriend. I was bored, I took his phone and scrolled through his texts. There it was! Carla, his work sweetie pie, 27. I put the phone down and never told him. I read all the texts to stay current. I know when he is going to meet her and I go watch, if it is a restaurant I sit across and watch her. When they go to the motel on the bypass I sit outside and wait, then I make sure I'm home before he does.

    There are no children, but I think of her coming up pregnant. I would pay almost anything to see what they do in the motel room. I wonder if he does the same things to both of us. I fantasize about being asleep when they come in, she slips into the middle, after they finish having sex, she roles into my arms. Ever since he hired her I have wanted to tell her how pretty she is.

    If it was anyone else I imagine I would confront him, but I know it is her and it feels good to know he is with her.

    #39835 — Comments (4) — Mar 30, 2018 at 4:07 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
Back to Top