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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 32

Not Everyone Is Interested In Sex

Pressured to get married I gave in and married a man a few years older. It was a small wedding and small reception. My mother's toast was to pray for me to get pregnant. We had a reservation at a hotel for our wedding night, followed with a week in a resort hotel in the Caribbean.

Our wedding night was a no touching evening, we flew to the island and spent a week in separate bedrooms. I was honest and forward, it wasn't my idea to get married. We returned to a joint apartment, he slept on the couch and I had the bedroom. After a year my husband had a girlfriend and I was still virgin. No pregnancy.

Five years went by and no baby. My mother insisted on checking him. His girlfriend had a miscarriage. we agreed to divorce. My mother offered my husband a house if I got pregnant. With his decision to fill his life with his girlfriend he turned her down and we got divorced.

I turned thirty and decided that I should have a child, and went to him and asked him to help me. It was all clinical. The pregnancy took and I had a son. I know that a natural birth and virgin seems like an oxymoron. But considering that virginity has more to do with intercourse than pushing out a baby, I'm a true virgin. I'm not having intercourse.

He married his girlfriend, she had a full term birth.

I am not interested in women. I don't want sex.

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# 81283 - by Olga / August 7, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 26

    When You Are One Of Your Daddy's Girls

    I'm in an office extramarital relationship with an older man. I went out with some girlfriends and one of them referred to him as my 'daddy'. I didn't correct her. I don't know what to call him. My 'daddy' sounded good. It describes the way I feel when I'm in his arms.

    After that day, with my friends, when I talk about him I use 'daddy' to refer to him. I made the mistake of calling him 'daddy'. He didn't correct me, and he liked me calling him 'daddy', so I used it when we were alone. I liked calling him 'daddy', as in my 'daddy' loves me.

    With the passage of time that's the general description everyone used. Your daddy called. My daddy wants me to go with him. It became a word, no special, meaning.

    But one day when I wasn't thinking I got a call on my office phone. The woman said 'it's Nena, your daddies wife'. At that point I knew it had gone too far. I asked her, and she said 'every girl has a daddy, and those that don't are looking for one'. And followed 'he's my daddy too, I guess that makes us sisters'.

    When I'm around and she's around she says to me 'go sit with your daddy, you know he wants you too'.

    My daddy loves me, and he loves her too. He says we both fit in his heart. And sometimes, like at Christmas, we both sit with daddy. He refers to us as 'girls', his girls.

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    # 81220 - by Petra / August 5, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 40

    When A Real Man Wants A Real Woman, Are You Ready?

    As a freshman I met a guy in the student union. He was domineering and he raised his voice to me when I tried to walk away. He insisted that I have lunch with him and he insisted on holding my hand on top of the table. When we walked out he put his arm around my shoulder and escorted me. I wasn't able to control my reaction and I put my arm around his waist. He escorted me to my next class and told he me was looking for a girlfriend, a 'real woman'.

    I had been user friendly in high school, but had not actually gone all the way. It took him about a minute to get me out of my top and another minute to pull my pants off. He put me on his bed and a second later he was deep in me and telling me that if I was a 'real woman' he would keep me as a girlfriend.

    He wanted sex all the time. Between classes and all night long. The 'real woman' part came with all the benefits of a girlfriend. I had heard of the girlfriend experience, but not the 'real woman' experience. Affection, lots and lots of affection. Running the house, grocery shopping, and all the cleaning and cooking. Fortunately I grew up with lots of life skills. I did have a lot of freedom of movement, I had a car and money from my home allowance, but as far as dating was concerned, I was spoken for. He didn't want to 'fuck a girl', he wanted to 'fuck a woman'.

    Like the proverbial puppy dog I followed. I won't say I was a doormat, I wasn't. What I will say is that I went in all 'woman'. He wanted a 'woman', well he got a 'woman'. I enjoyed the sex a lot, especially when he got a little rough with me and controlling. Sex was ten times better when he forcibly held me down as when I had to 'ride' him or pretend to be 'active'. If I was the 'woman' I wanted to be 'fucked'. I never cried, I kept my mouth shut when he got over possessive and physically controlling. But that's the only way I reached orgasms.

    Well, college days and college experiences, I am now forty. My husband is the 'man' of the house and I'm the 'woman' of the house. Once out of college he proceeded to inseminate me. I wore my pregnancies as a badge of honor. I have become solidly anti abortion and my daughters are church girls. They know the facts of life, and use birth control. They are well aware of sex and what it does to your mind, not just your body. They also know what kind of man they need to fulfill the 'woman' in them. We are definitely not of the new world order. As my daughters began to date I insisted they wear a big old menstrual pad to keep the boy's hands out of there.

    I am telling this because more and more I am meeting unfulfilled women. Divorced women. I head up a class at church for 'newly single women'. And I get asked 'how did you find a man like Thomas'. Letting them know he found me doesn't answer the question. He was looking for a 'real woman' and I caved in an instant. I was looking for a 'real man'. That's my answer.

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    # 81209 - by Katie / August 5, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 67

    The Gentleman

    I traveled alone after my husband passed. I won't say I got used to it. I did a river cruise and a gentleman took pity. He escorted me, took his dinner with me, and before the cruise ended, he showered me with intimacy. For a lady my age that was unexpected.

    I carry that trip where ever I go. A gentleman with intentions, but a gentleman. Who he really is? I have no idea, the personal information he shared with me has gone nowhere. I've accepted it, my husband had been the only one, I never cheated. Still, the gentleman wasn't real. I know now that gentlemen search out lonely women. In that sense it's taking advantage, in another sense, it is giving us freedom.

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    # 81167 - by Olivia / August 3, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 36

    Soccer Mom

    The truth is that one day you find yourself doing what women have done since time started. It's the whole thing about being the mother and taking the home seriously. I know women who have children, and work and use daycare and a man comes around once in a while, fucks them and leaves them. I swore that would not be me.

    When I was single I was all in, head first, into the legitimization of women and power. I wanted the career and the position. I wanted the paycheck. I rose quickly, from entry level to senior. But then I stalled out. My responsibilities were sideways, more encompassing, broader but not higher. I got paid more, but I wasn't made manager. I heard from another woman that hell would freeze over before a woman was manager at that company.

    When I was in meetings, or sometimes in conversations. I walked away knowing that I wasn't ready for manager. How did they know that? Little league, one woman told me. They separate the wheat from the chaff early, bring them up that way. Those are the jocks you hated in high school, the captains, the ones that looked at you that way. And they were at work, and when he calls you down, you close your legs tightly.

    I got fucked. That is the word. No lovemaking about it. Fucked. And he came back for more. I got fucked. And to get fucked I would do anything. The idea that some other girl was getting fucked by him drove me crazy. The solution to my angst was to get pregnant. Tie him down. And once pregnant to be that girl from the olden days television. I took cooking lessons in secret. I found that I cooked better than baking. I cooked a roast chicken the night I proposed to him, asked him to marry me. Begged is the way he puts it. Begged him to marry me.

    I did get married, and I do have the house with the pool in the backyard and I don't work outside the home and I have three children. I will not return to work in an office if I can help it. I will, literally, suck his dick and beg if I have to. I have help, twice a month heavy cleaning, and he has the yard man. I drive the kids to all of their commitments, and I don't mind sitting in line for my little one at Montessori. I suppose that having a phone in the car helps, chatting away with another mother in line ahead of me.

    My husband is a jock. He's a golfer. All my woman friends are stay at home mothers. It's the network I belong to. I have church activities, I am the substitute den mother for my Cub Scout. I never wash the car or gas it. My husband never folds laundry. I am a very good ironing lady. I'm the vacation planner, and run summer camp for the kids. My husband is a 'tit' man. and a night out with a top that flares my tits and headlights is a welcome diversion from his work grind. I LIKE that he likes my tits. That's what hooked him from the beginning. My nanny is also my sitter.

    So the long story short is, I went to college for a business degree and I am a homemaker, housewife, den mother, church lady with three kids and haven't been near an office in ten years.

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    # 81159 - by Laura / August 3, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 20

    I Thought When The Day Came I'd Fight It,

    My mother was married, meeting her husband one day before her wedding festival. She was sixteen. Her husband, my father, was 32. He had been offered a job in Detroit. My mother had been born in Michigan when her father did his specialization there. She had a 'passport', golden papers. And the marriage cemented my grandfather's partnership in his practice. "A marriage of convenience", to a man twice her age, destined to go live in Detroit. I was born nine months later, my sister a year afterwards. We were born in Detroit, we have passports, golden papers.

    I'm twenty, A week ago I was told I'm going to Mumbai to get married. He's an IT guy. I haven't met him.

    My mother talked to me. Wanted me to know I had options, finish college, start a career before I got pregnant. Five years, then I had to do my duty, he will be 33 then, two kids and I've done my duty. "You learn to love him".

    I leave next Friday, with my mother and sister. We will stay at my grandmother's. He's the grandson of a good friend of hers. A meeting is set up for us, then the wedding festival, then back to college. He starts his job a week after we get back. Married.

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    # 81078 - by TJ / July 31, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 36

    You Grow Up And Things Get Clear For You

    Men are men. And women get fucked. That's all you have to know, so keep your legs crossed.

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    # 81052 - by Alley / July 30, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 35

    Trad Wife, Trad Husband. It's That Simple.

    In 2016 I was 26. I worked for a male dominated company. Females did not want those jobs, females could not do those jobs. My boss was a hard nosed Alpha male. And he wanted me. My insides betrayed me, I fell to his advances.

    It was him putting my picture on his credenza that brought it to everyone's attention. In a few weeks or a couple of months something else was going to be obvious. I decided to be assertive, and went to the man and demanded he marry me. He told me I could ask for anything, but not that.

    When I began showing, which I did not hide, and I was asked 'so who's the father?' I said matter of factly 'it's L'. Not everyone picked up that the L I was talking about was "L" the man. The 'rumor' spread from one office to the other, across state lines, up and down the highway, "L" had knocked up Eloise in accounting.

    L came to me, admiring my baby bump, he wanted to know why I would do that? I could have said anything, but I kept my mouth shut, just put out my ring finger.

    I'm married now, sequestered away in a house with more than one bedroom and more than one child. I had to 'resign my position' to get the ring and the picture of a happy married couple, with a baby bump, on the credenza.

    Ladies, please remember, a 'man' is responsible for you once his seed takes root in your belly. HE IS RESPONDIBLE FOR YOU AND YOUR BABY. Demand your rights, the ring, the house, the social position. If he has the balls to fuck you, HE has the balls to take FULL responsibility.

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    # 81038 - by Eloise / July 29, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 33

    My Heart Is Big Enough, For Him, For Her, And My Children

    First, I'm straight. I worked at a good company, but not one known to the general public. A girl joined our team, recent graduate. Very shy. My boss told me to be her friend and make her feel welcome. I invited her to lunch, went shopping with her, invited her to my birthday. Although she continued being shy, with me she was giggly, fun, laughed, and 'affectionate'. A girly movie was under a blanket side by side. She snuggled, and kissed my cheek, she asked to be kissed, pulled my hand on her breast. We ended up in my bed making love, and she delivered herself completely.

    That night, after sex, she cuddled tightly and told me her father had r**ed her.

    This knowledge was more than I could handle and ended up in my boss' arms, comforting me, and I delivered myself to him. I didn't care, if I became pregnant, if I got fired. Right then the only thing I cared about was having him take me, penetrate me, and ejaculate in me. When he was finished, I crawled onto his chest and asked him if I was his woman.

    I was never more in love than at that moment.

    I had my own girl to comfort, while he comforted me. I was definitely completely enthralled with him. For him I would have children, for her I would open my heart. He had her live with me, to be my second, to help me with the children, to help me build a home for them. He kept us, money wise, and was our man we deferred to.

    I do in every way love her as much as she loves me. But that love does not in any way interfere with how much I love him. When I crawl onto his chest and he holds me, I know I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

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    # 81017 - by Jen / July 28, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 26

    Rights Of Passage, A Marine Got Ahold Of Me

    I grew up in nice conservative household with a heavy religious upbringing. My fault is that I cannot stand cussing. At work I put a jar on the counter by my desk for a dollar for every cuss word. I work in a heavily male industry and I can't go a day without a cuss word at my desk. It all came to a head when this one man got on my case about it, starting with 'getting my panties in a wad about it'.

    He continued to tell me I was a prude and what I needed was a good fucking. And he was the man to do it. I know the rules and I reported him. When confronted he argued that he wasn't saying anything that wasn't true. I needed a good fucking. The HR Director sanctioned him on his record and required him to attend sensitivity training. But on the side she told me to cool it, men are men and that 's where I chose to work. and 'by the way honey, you could use a good fucking'.

    I got fucked. Not at work but at a party. Fucked by a Marine guy who was on leave visiting his sister. He wasn't nice and didn't ask and just grabbed me and assaulted me. He left me nursing my pussy and went back out to the party as if nothing happened. I told his sister what he had done and she told me to take it for what it was, I got fucked, get over it. As a matter of fact, why didn't I go over there and suck his dick for him. show him I'm grateful.

    He told me that I had a hot c**t. He took me with him to his hotel and finished fucking me 'the right way'. I woke up naked in bed with him and I had to parade across the room to the bathroom. He was waiting and fucked me some more before taking me to breakfast.

    I am now his 'so called girlfriend'. His sister now includes me in her social circle, and keeps an eye on me. He is in San Diego and told me if I moved there he would marry me, otherwise he would get 'his' when he came to see his sister.

    At work I still have the cuss jar on the counter. I don't listen, the men cuss about everything. I don't allow sexual comments, but otherwise keep my mouth shut. The man who was sent to sensitivity training never comes around my desk area. The HR director got it out of me that I have a Marine boyfriend. It is understood what he does with me, she just winks when she knows I'm flying out to see him.

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    # 80981 - by Brooke / July 27, 2025
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