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? Is there a burning sex question you'd like to ask that only a woman would understand? This is the place. The things you can confess here might fall into other sections, too - but here you have your own place to post. After all, this section is ..for Women Only.

I Prefer Much Older Men

Ever since I was 19 I’ve preferred older men. Like guys 50s and up.

To be honest I’m not really sure why. My dad is 12 years older then my mom so she obviously was into older men too. But not as big of an age gap as the men I like

I feel as if older men care more about sex. They make sure I’m pleased first before they finish.

But to be honest I’m kinda attracted to a nice hairy dad body in tighty whities. I think it’s hot. Plus I prefer small to average size dicks. I don’t like big ones

Currently I’m having sex with a 61 year old. He’s 6 foot tall. Nice hairy body. Full bush. 6 inch cut dick. Wears tighty whities and Levi’s which I think is very sexy. And I’ve never had to ask him to put a condom on. He just did which I thought was very responsible and respectful

As of last month we started having bare sex because I’m back on birth control and him cumming in me is a huge turn on

  • Out Of Left Field He Came For Me

    At 27 I was working as an accounting supervisor in a 50 plus accounting department. Our overall boss was the CFO. One of my coworkers told him that I had gotten drunk over the weekend and she had had to take me home to sober me up. That afternoon he came to my office and told me that he had heard a disturbing allegation, was I getting drunk when I was out around strangers? The tone of his voice was serious and I told him it was a one time thing, he told me he didn't believe me and 'just so I got it straight in my head, it wasn't going to happen again or he would take measures with respect to my behavior'.

    It wasn't the words, it was the tone of his voice. Something in me reacted to it, I didn't want to find out what he meant by it. I stopped going out with my friends bar hopping. He kept tabs on me, and I checked in with him regularly. It wasn't so much letting him know I was home and was ready for bed, it was not going out unless I checked in with him. I wasn't asking for permission, I was checking to make sure I was within the boundaries he had set for me.

    I was out with some of my growing up friends in Puerto Rico when he called and said he wanted to see me. My instinct was to drop everything and run over to meet him, but I stood my ground and said I was in the middle of dinner with friends. He made sure I wasn't drinking and told me to hurry up and come meet him.

    MY conscience totally disturbed, I excused myself and went to meet him. He was at a restaurant and I asked what was going on and he told me to sit with him, he wanted me close to him that night. My nerves couldn't take it any more and I asked him if he was taking me home with him.

    I had been to his place many times, but this night I knew I was going to wake up there. His body language and the tone of his voice told me he wanted me with him. For some reason I felt like I was fifteen, I didn't resist him, I going with him where ever it was he was taking me. I woke up in his bed, he was cooking bacon. The days of playing were gone for ever. I knew that I was going to be waking up there every morning. I just knew it, his body language and the way he spoke to me. I did what I had never done before, I went over and kissed him.

    My Interview Into The Inner Circle With My Boss

    I was in my boss' office going over some last minute things before he went on a business trip. I was sitting across from him and I noticed he kept shifting his eyes down as he spoke to me. It was a cold feeling when I realized he was looking up my skirt.

    I closed my legs tight and he told me to open up. I was at that moment in the worst embarrassment of my life. He insisted I open my legs, let him see what I was selling. I told him I wasn't selling anything. He took his two index fingers and opening them slowly he asked me to the same. Sitting there while he watched, stared at my open legs up to my crotch.

    Back and forth, I threatened to leave, he told me to sit down. Now open your legs, there, see it's not too hard. Well, he said maybe it was getting hard, him looking up my skirt as he was. He asked me how it felt knowing that I was selling myself away. What was going through my mind, was I wet yet. He told me when he was younger and dated in high school he learned to get his finger in a girl's vagina to test to see if she was ready.

    I don't think it had been that long but it felt like forever, sitting in front of my boss flashing my panties for him.

    When I was finally allowed to leave he called me over to kiss him on the cheek. He touched his cheek with his index finger, kiss me right there. A kiss, not a peck like you give your grandmother.

    I wasn't able to act normally after that, a familiarity was there that hadn't been there before. I graduated into the 'inner circle', I was the one called on for sensitive matters and projects that had to be kept QT. In time, not that much time, he had me lay before him and open my legs so he could see what it was that I had sold him, he didn't want to have buyer's remorse.

  • Once Upon A Time I Was The Younger Woman, Now He Has A Young Girl

    First of all how could my husband have a girlfriend when he can't keep it up. And then she little gutter snipe gets pregnant. It is by him, double checked with the DNA people. My doctor, not his says men can get quite an erection from a younger woman's attention. Damn, he is 71 years old and she is having his baby.

    You know, I haven't had sex with active penetration since I was 52 years old. That was my birthday g*ft, him using some ED medication. But it gives him head aches so guess what, a young girl is doesn't give him a head ache, that is what I have to deal with now. I am not going to be the grandmother to this child, and him the father figure.

    Do I Want A Baby?

    Ok so, for the last year of my relationship, my girlfriend hasn't stopped talking about having kids. We've both wanted to be parents for years. I just wish it was simpler.

    My gf and I got together a year ago. A couple of months later, we ended up moving in together. It was a little quick for me but real world circumstances pretty much forced me to move in with her or break up with her.

    It already made me a little uncomfortable how quickly we seemed to be moving . I do love her and I do want to be with her but I feel so much pressure to get her pregnant. She's in her mid thirties, so she's worried about her ability to get pregnant.

    I feel like the desicion has been taken completely out of my hands and I'll be completely responsible for the child when they're born. I do want to be a dad but i want to do it because I want to, not because I need too.

    That's the situation I'm in. The pressure is putting me off wanting kids right now. But if I don't do it now, I may never get to be a dad. And then I don't know what I'll do with myself.

  • I Was Trash To One Man And Then The Object Of Desire To Another Man

    In my mid thirties I was divorced with two sons and living in a small rental house so the boys could go to the neighborhood school. The landlord was an older man and he took it upon himself to take care of me. He inserted himself in my life, taking over. I was living hand to mouth, I didn't know anything about maintaining a house, my car skills were inadequate. I gave into him and it became a sexual relationship, and he stopped charging me rent.

    He continued to live in his house and most all the time he spent with me was at the rental house. I called him my boyfriend, for the sake of something to explain to my boys, this man who had now taken over the man of the house role for us. It was hard at first to face my boys after he spent the night with me, harder still to face them when he had just grabbed my breast or kissed me in front of them. I decided that it was a good learning experience, to see that their mother was a woman and a man wanted her really bad.

    That following summer he invited us to go on a road trip in a rented RV. The main room was in the back and the boys slept in bunks. The place was really small for four people, and things that should have remained intimate slipped out. His lovemaking could at times get a bit rough, and he wasn't quiet about it, and at times words slipped out of my mouth. He was very sexually active on that ten day trip. And by the time we got home my boys had heard their mother at the mercy of a man.

    Today, my boys are in college with girlfriends of their own. What they do with these girls isn't something I want to know, curious yes, but I will not push that narrative with them. Their mother is still the woman of the man that took us in after my divorce. He is older and I am older, but we have the house to ourselves and not everything happens in the bedroom. He wants sex, pure and simple. And it's me he wants. We now live in his house and the rental is for a young couple.

    It was the rent that I really couldn't afford that pushed me into accepting him as a lover and then the man of the house. Between thirty five and forty five I have had more sex than I ever imagined. It is a thing of being desired by man, sometimes it's the way he looks at me that has me half naked at breakfast before being marched off to the bedroom.

    It Was A Long Game Of Capture The Flag, He Keeps The Panties As Proof

    The best way I can describe it is that things got too familiar. I talked about very personal things, and he told me very personal things, things of us growing up. For me the moment in time when it was just too familiar was the day we were walking around the Village and came across this lingerie store and he insisted we go inside. While I 'shopped' he examined. I had no intention of buying anything, and every thing was three times as expensive as a department store.

    He held up this pair of very sheer panties, he showed me with his hand that the fabric was virtually transparent. He held them against my waist, and telling me into my face and eyes, that he would really like to see my pussy in those panties. I tried to say something but he put the panties in my face and said that he wanted me to treat him to a pussy show, to sit on his chest and lower myself onto his face and let him eat my pussy until he was content.

    Prior to that day we had never crossed the line, talked sex, it was all about family and dreams and life and things like that. Now it was 'I want your pussy and I want you to put your pussy in my mouth''.

    He bought the panties, not me. He gave me the tiny bag so that I had to walk around with it, so that everyone seeing me could see that I had bought some little thing at the lingerie store. I don't hold back that I was beyond nervous, or embarrassed. He pulled me into this desert store and we sat at this small circular table and he asked me to describe my pussy to him. I couldn't, I could not go there. He started pressing me, was my pussy smooth or was I one of those women who kept my pussy like nature gave it to me. Did I have soft pubes, or were my pubes thick and curled tight. Did I like long soft kisses on my pussy, or did I like to be tongued and my clit nibbled on.

    He said over the cheesecake, that his dick was really hard. He wanted pussy, was I going to give him my pussy. He took my hand from under the table and put my hand on his hard dick in his pants. 'Am I getting pussy tonight?'

    I finally got my thoughts together and told him that asking me like that was very embarrassing for me. I didn't feel comfortable talking about things like that. I had to tell him that I was a virgin, I had never let a man see me there, not even a doctor. I had only been to female doctors. If I did what he asked I might as well give myself away, I wasn't ever going to be free after that.

    'So you are going to give me your pussy?' 'Right?' I could only answer one way, 'are you asking to marry me?'

    I spent a very long time getting ready, showered and spent a long time with a mirror and razor. Those panties were so wrong, the panties were worse than being naked. I had to expose my breasts to him, he held them in his hands as I sat on his chest. I lifted myself up and lowered myself onto his mouth. He took me with his mouth wide open, sucking on me through the panties, forcing his tongue against me, pushing the fabric into my vagina. Without any warning, he went after my clitoris and I went out with a bang. I fell off of him, and he grabbed me pulling my panties off of me, laying me on my back and that was the end of me being a virgin girl.

    It took three years before he lived up to his promise to marry me. By then I was broken in, it was a full on sex, with very little if anything left untouched. On my wedding night, he reached over the back of my behind and rubbed my anus with some slick lubricant. I had to give him that too.

    I keep all this to myself, I don't share it, unless I feel compelled to talk about it now and then. Up to now I have only talked about it with another woman. I'm sure that men will read this too. So let me say it right now, embarrassing your 'woman' into sex is a very low handed way to get to her pussy.

    Virgin But Hard To Find A Average Size Guy

    I really want to lose my virginity but it’s hard to find a guy who isn’t hung

    I’ve been with 3 guys. Every time it turns sexual I’m surprised by a big cock. I get it. Big cocks are sexy and hot to look at but I don’t want a big one in my vagina for my first!

    I’m wanting average or slightly under average. 5 to 6 inches is plenty for me

    But the 3 guys I’ve seen all were over 7 inches. The one was 8 and thick and he was proud of it. So with those guys I just gave them head and ended the date that way. Even blowing them was hard

    An Ordinary Existence With One Out Of The Ordinary Day

    I lived alone in a mid level apartment complex in an efficiency. I worked downtown and rode the bus. Day in and day out my routine was the same, rain or shine. The wait for the bus was ten to twenty minutes depending on weather and traffic. The ride to downtown was thirty minutes give or take ten minutes depending on weather and traffic. The walk to the building where I worked was another ten or fifteen minutes depending on weather and traffic. So I was always on the way an hour before I was supposed to be at work.

    I had a boyfriend when I was junior high. He broke my heart when he went with another girl. It still hurt all these years later. It soured me on relationships of the heart. At thirty seven I was alone, my mother had passed and my father had passed a long time before. I had my job.

    One of those ordinary days I woke up and a man was standing at the foot of my bed. He was ordinary as far as I could tell without any lights. He motioned to me. I followed his instructions and tossed off the covers and took off my panties and waited for him to complete his errand. It didn't hurt, it didn't scare me, it was over before it started. He got up and in a second or two he was gone.

    I checked my door and I could not find any sign of forced entry. I concluded that I must have left the lock off. I went back to bed and waited for the alarm, and got dressed and went through my morning routine. It was raining so I waited ten minutes longer, the ride in was fifteen minutes longer, the walk to the office was fifteen minutes, the streets were wet and I had to walk close to the buildings to avoid the spray of cars going by.

    I was laid off during the COVID scare and got a severance and I was eligible for a small pension. I was laid off because I could collect SS something the other girls in the office couldn't do. My boss of so many years hugged me, the one and only time. To call her it I needed anything,

    So today is the anniversary of my one and only human contact with a man. It helps me mark the time as it goes by. I can close my eyes and feel him there, I can smell the smell of spring. I can feel his breath on me. The one time I was truly alive.

  • Working From Home, My Job Is Being A Mom And Making Babies

    Being a girl has always been a mystery to me. In that I have never figured out why God made me this way. My mother tried when I was young to tell me that God made men and God made women, it was his way. And one day I was going to meet that man of my dreams. But at that time she was wrong, I never met that man of my dreams, because I only dreamt of other girls. Only.

    I had a classmate in the ninth grade. Her name was Sabrina, which I thought was very sexy. She sashayed when she walked, wore long flowing skirts to school, a flower in her hair. She wore little make up and her lips naturally pouted. He father Greek, her mother Italian. She oozed sexuality and I was in love, Really in love, no longer puppy love. When she was my friend she was my friend, we did a lot together. We did sleep overs and when the time came for an out of town school trip to Washington DC in the 11th grade, she roomed with me.

    Talk about a skinny girl with boobs, her hips were really evident in panties. And she obviously was meticulate about her bikini line. Her panties were a bit too small, they cupped her so well. And they were too small and climbed up the crack of her behind. When she bent over she held her butt up to flash her full vulva at me. I got so wet that I felt embarrassed that she was going to able to smell me.

    With her legs wide open on her bed, wide open, both her knees rested against the bed on either side of her. She told me to come and do what ever it was I was going to do. Just do it. Seventeen is really young to have a girl display herself like that too you. I put my hands under her behind to lift her a little and I rubbed my nose in her first, and then kissed all around her, before using my tongue to open her. Her hips were dancing in my hands and she told me to stop teasing her. I found her clit now, her lips were pretty open on their own, and her clit was visible to the naked eye. I closed my eyes to suck on her clit, she told me finger her and I did.

    Sabrina wasn't just sensual, she was sex goddess, on that trip. Sabrina was possessive, that's the word I used. Possessive, jealous, it was all about her. If I was going to be her girlfriend, then I had to be HER girlfriend. It got to the point where I couldn't go anywhere without her knowing, not even a trip to my grandmother's. She was upset because I went and I left her alone. All by myself I knew that this was so out of hand, and I had to end the relationship. My first true grownup thing. She took it badly and she trashed me at school. It is because of Sabrina that everyone knew I was a lesbian.

    That relationship so soured me to another relationship that I didn't date or look up anyone for a long time. In my senior year at college that 'man' showed up, in one night, we met at a party, he kissed me, got my pants off and screwed me and got me pregnant. I never used any form of protection, I never expected to have intercourse with a man. But I was pregnant as pregnant can be, with the ultrasound and hearing the little heart beat. I worked up the nerve to tell him. I really expected him to accuse me, or yell at me, but he just said 'so you will be a mother, big deal'. That's it? With half a semester left to graduate my life was completely turned around.

    My parents were understanding, 'it will be good for you', get you to think of someone else, not yourself. Babies are easy, they've been around since time began. You make them, you feed them, they grow up and they make babies of their own. No biggie. I started to 'sport' my baby bump. Until my baby bump got so big that I turned to smocks because of the comfort of them. My father insisted that I have a legal arrangement with the father, child support and all that. Just like divorced people, you have to have an arrangement, with visitations.

    He signed right away, and then turned to me and said that we might as well be married because I had him under my control. Believe it or not I did get married before the little one showed up. I live with him in a fairly typical home. I stayed home for the first year, doing it all myself. I tried working with day care but I was torn by separation anxiety, so I had another one. Why not? I was married, make them, feed them, they grow up and have babies of their own. So now I make babies, that's my job. I need a minivan now, I'm pregnant again, this will be four.