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.

Still A Virgin

I am hairy. I have hairy legs and arms and thick head hair and a very thick bush. I was always self conscious and refuse to wear sports clothes and bathing suits. I used pads from early on to hide the hair on my crotch in gym, etc. I do not work out in public. I tried to shave but it was a bad idea and I got a bad rash from it. Needless to say my lips are sealed and no dick has crossed my threshold.

I want to get fucked one day so I know what its all about. I know that in earlier centuries women with heavy bush got fucked by husbands, if nothing else. No one cared, as long as they could weed whack their way in. For me it's being self conscious. If I spread my legs after rubbing my pussy for a while, I have this big gash in the middle of the jungle. It's fucking ugly.

I went on line for a man, one that you pay for, but I didn't go through with it.

Anyway I'm turning 37 and no man has fucked me.

  • Men Are Superior

    So there is no misunderstanding, when it comes to sex I'm passive. When it comes to male female dynamic I'm submissive. He leads I follow, he eats I cook for him. He sleeps I make the bed.

    He is the boss of me. I took his hand.

    I'm twenty eight. I work for him. I watch over him.

    I am not in the shadows.

    My Daddy Figure, My Baby's Father

    Well it wasn't only me. We, by that I mean several of us twenty something women who worked at a company in various positions that all reported up to Mr. Blinkin. Mr. Blinkin, or Joe, was the ultimate Daddy to us. I wasn't alone, we all talked very intimate feelings with him, and if we needed to go home early we were open about our period. I had never heard at that time about bra shopping and being fitted. Mr. Blinkin took me to Sacks Fifth Ave for my first fitting. Oh yeah, what an experience.

    I tripped on the stairs and sprained my ankle. Mr. Blinkin picked me up in his arms and carried me to reception to sit me down and examine me, on his knees looking straight up my dress and orange panties. He explained he averted his eyes, and saw nothing.

    I was out with him, waiting to cross a street and he put his hand on my shoulder to guide me, as we walked his hand went down my back and across my bottom. I'm relating these things because us 'girls' all saw him as our Daddy, and we all had our share of intimate experiences.

    The time came when I had to be frank with him and let him know that I would only consider having his babies. I was quite frank actually, I told him I wanted four babies, and I wanted my babies' father to walk the girls down the idle, and be there for the boys when they finished college. I was ready, old enough, and fertile. I could start 'now' and be done by the time I was thirty.

    Engaging in sex was all or nothing for me. My commitment was unwavering, if boys could go to war, us girls could surely become mothers. He listened to me, caressed my face gently, told me I was his favorite, but I needed to sleep on it. Such decisions are not to be taken lightly. And motherhood was for grownup women.

  • I'm A Submissive, I Know It, It's My Nature And I Like It

    If you tell someone of the feminist class it was r**e. I was the victim. But somehow that r**e turned me into a permissive submissive little fuck for him.

    It all happened after a party at a friends place, a cousin of hers was in town and she had some people over. One of the guys there, a neighbor of the hostess, started to enforce his attention on me. I found myself alone with him in the kitchen where he kissed me and grabbed me by the 'pussy' and mouthed my tits in my blouse. Without letting go of my pussy he asked me if I was ready, he was hard and he needed pussy and if I kept my mouth shut he would go ahead and fuck me. It was me holding onto the kitchen sink border, he was behind me with my dress up and panties down and his dick in me. What a way I thought, to lose your virginity.

    After the 'fuck', he put me down on my knees to wipe his cock clean with my mouth.

    I didn't feel sorry for myself until after I was back in my apartment. I thought about cleaning myself up, but I remembered that you had to not do that, so that they could run the r**e kit. But who was I kidding, it was already two in the morning, I wasn't going down to the ER for a r**e kit, I would go in the morning. I did not clean myself, I woke up sticky and icky. I went to the toilet and before I ever realized it I had wiped myself. Truthfully at that moment I thought I had ruined it, cleaned myself. It did not cross my mind that the whole thing was about finding semen in your vagina. I didn't go the the ER. I called my friend and asked who he was, and where did he come from.

    It was only a few weeks later that it got out that he had gotten a piece of ass that night, and by deduction, my friend landed on me. She asked me. We talked and she told me that I wasn't made for a man like him. He could get very aggressive and women he dated usually were one and done with him. Leave it be, a one night stand, call it for what it was. But I couldn't leave it, I was soon over at his apartment cleaning up the sink of dishes and straightening out the mess in the living, and I bought a pair of rubber gloves and cleaning supplies and cleaned his bathroom, so I could use it without gagging.

    I cooked a couple of times a week, when he told me to have dinner ready. Of course I slept there, without panties on, and my butt in the air. I sucked cock, and showered with him, and he kept his hand over my shoulder grabbing my boob for good measure. He liked to 'spank' my ass in front of other people, he liked to pull me up to him and kiss me. I cleaned up after him, and when we were in a group I looked after him. No I did not suck his cock in public, not that he didn't ask for it.

    I was the perfect girlfriend, don't ask questions, just do what he wanted. And if that meant going out dancing with a short dress and commando, I shaved myself so at least I didn't look unkept down there. I didn't care who saw my bare ass, or my tits, or whatever. I was his girl and that's how he showed me off to his friends. It was going on nine months since I met him when at a party at the house of my same friend where I met him, she asked him point blank if he was going to marry me. Shame or a threat or a challenge, he took me down to the courthouse and we got a marriage license, and I got married at the park with an internet minister. I sucked his cock that night, the way a wife does, on her knees before him.

    Spit Or Swallow? And Pubic Hair

    Been back on the dating scene after a divorce a few years ago. It’s honestly hard work I find to actually find a guy these days

    But I’ve seen sorta hooking up with a guy. By hooking up I mean giving him bjs. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve gave head. I stopped giving my ex bjs many years ago because he wouldn’t go down on me

    But this guy I enjoy sucking. And he seems surprised that I don’t swallow. I’ll finish him off with my hand. To me swallowing only happens of I’m in a relationship

    Does any other woman feel that way or are you all swallowing?

    And do you ask a guy to trim his pubes if your giving him regular head?

  • A Hunting We Will Go, And I Bagged Me An Alpha For A Baby Daddy

    Not popular but true. I never got anything out of so called Beta males. So nice, such a good student, he will always be his mother's favorite child. I was attracted to the bad ass boys, but they wouldn't have anything to do with me because of the age difference.

    In college I opted for a safe bet and went to a pretty much all girl's school, and Beta males too. I would rather kiss a girl than a Beta. So I kissed a girl and spent college playing around with her. We were never 'lesbians', we just lamented that there were no real boys around.

    It was in my first job that I was surrounded by Alpha males. And OLDER. I found out that I was attracted to older guys, especially the hard ass types. So the leaders and movers and shakers. I fell hard for this man, who was married, and twenty years older. He invited me to go with him to an out of town convention, and insisted that I share a room with him, for my safety. He got my virgin pussy that night and I got his fresh sperm in return. I say this because nature took its course and I got pregnant.

    I day dreamed all along about the little house with the picket fence in the nice neighborhood. My reality was an apartment with a roommate. Somehow she convinced me to go the midwife route and avoid all the hospital costs. Because of my income I got city assistance, and it was only 300 for me out of pocket. I had the baby in the apartment, with a midwife and her asst. I had to learn quickly, all about babies. My roommate came from a large family and she helped me, getting my milk to come down was really hard on me, and I was scared that I wasn't feeding her. But a few squeezes by my roommate and a few drops showed up on my nipple and the baby 'latched' on, and I over fed her. Any time she wanted, I was ready for her.

    The baby Daddy was behind the scenes and he gave me money, as long as I kept my mouth shut. One day I'm in his office, the baby was at a city day care, and his cell phone rang and it was his wife and I picked it up to talk to her. She was my model mother, and I called her for anything and everything. She asked me if I could get into their bank account, and I got on the computer, she gave me the PW and asked me to transfer some money from one account to another for her. How is the baby? she asked me and I said fine, she looks a lot like her father. She just asked in a flat voice, 'is Jack the father?'

    That's how he got caught. There was a big deal about it, she forced him to recognize the baby and give her his last name, and set up a monthly allowance, higher than child support. She had me bring the baby to her house for her to get to know her and she called her Bibi. I got my allowance very month, she made sure of it. She also bought a lot of things for Bibi that she needed. If Baby Daddy wasn't going to step up, she was. She kept Bibi sometimes and with her friends she said Bibi was her grandchild, once removed.

    Well I wandered off about Bibi. Baby Daddy is doing fine and Baby Grandma is all in love all over again with Bibi. And I suppose that is how I ended up in the arms of an Alpha, and don't have a Beta to deal with. My roommate who is Aunt Sarah has also sworn off Betas and she is on the hunt for an Alpha, friends of my Baby Daddy.

    Sleeping With Another Woman

    I have never had a thing about sleeping with another woman. Ever. Not when I was a kid, or when we went on Mission trips, or in college when someone spent the night. She has her space I have mine. Complete nudity? Really, this bothers you? I've showered together, washed each other's hair. I helped my college roommate shave down there. Once I looked up my roommate's butt crack because she was bleeding back there, turned out to be hemorrhoids, who thought twenty was too young for that?

    I love, in a simple way, spending time with other women, whispering in the night after lights out. I love being so close our boobs touch, our noses play sword fight, our tongues taste each other's mouths. I've kisses sweet pussy lips after a shower and a shave, I've had a girl's finger explore how deep my vagina cave is. I love girls all around.

    Cooking together, like for a football game for the guys. Holding hands in the mall. Things only girls do. I would never let a stranger arrange my boobs in my bra, but my roommate arranges my boobs at night, so she can get close to me and kiss goodnight.

    Sleeping together is intimate. Watching her chest rise and fall, listening to her breathe in and out. When you love a girl friend, you are all in. You feel it in you bones, waiting for her to come out of the dentist's office, or waiting for her to get off the bus. I love her, I really do. Sleeping with her is just the best way to be close, our hearts in our chest tunning fast, face to face, pressed against each other, her fingers gently running up and down my pussy slit, my arms around her neck.

    Don't say "Yuck" when a girl asks to sleep with you. Girls can be friends, roommates, strangers, it's all the same. A girls warm body beside you, her soft face, her lips, you get the picture.

    Now I know one day a man is going to show up and shatter my dream, and force himself on me and all that. Cooking for 'him', changing sheets all the time. I'm fully aware, but not tonight, tonight my roommate and me will split the sheets, sleep together, kiss goodnight.

    The Other Wife

    I met my husband's other wife at a company event. She is 28, very fit and very up to date in her dress and quite stunning. I felt inferior, being pregnant with my third kid and Mom dressed and made up.

    She was 'nice'. He refers to her as his 'office wife', but keeps her in a condo and with a car and an allowance. All I could think of when I met her was "what were babies going to do that body?"

    Once upon a time, way back when, when we were in college I could walk out in shorts or on the beach in a bikini, but I never would have worn one of those up the ass crack bikinis. I admit that I gained 25 pounds since then, a little after number one, more after number 2 and God knows how much I will have gained after number 3. I like being pregnant, it's my best look. Ha, Ha, and I know that makes her jealous.

    During this meeting, these few minutes when we said hello. I told her to flush all those p!lls down the toilet, lay back and enjoy the ride, and I will pass along all the baby clothes I don't need. Nothing will make me happier, satisfied, than seeing her waddle along with her silly smile, "see me now, I'm a pregnant wife". I want her so pregnant she can't move.

    Sorry, that's getting even and it's not nice.

    Something For Myself

    Pretty simple confession here, I got to do something I had always fantasized about. I recently said good bye to my 20s and welcomed my 30s. Well it was a depressing way to end. Had to also say good bye to a long term relationship, had a car accident, and yeah I can go on.

    So I did a little something for myself. Got my revenge bod and went to the beaches in San Diego. Met up with some people I met online to make sure they were legit and I did my first porn shoot!

    It's just for myself, but I've always been obsessed with casting vids that no longer exist (for good reason). Our set was a simple hotel room, I sat on the bed and gave a little interview, made sure I left a message for myself every time I watched. Then he came out and wow, hot bod and huge dick.

    The rest is as you'd expect. I got on my knees to slurp that thing, my clothes came off, and then I was in my back getting fucked like a slut. I was way too excited and forgot about a condom.

    He guaranteed an orgasm before we changed positions. Honestly I was way too into it so it didn't take much to make me cum. We took breaks between positions for food, alcohol, and for me to catch my breath.

    It's a little odd to have to pay to do porn, but it was an experience for myself. I generously tipped by blowing the crew before leaving.

  • The Inner Me Was Waiting To Find Me

    In high school I was a junior feminist. In college I went all in. I tried out for the lesbian team but got told I was destined for a toxic male. After college my first boss was everyone's definition of a bitch. A toxic bitch.

    At the Thanksgiving office party I sat beside a man who asked me to serve him. "Be a girl". It hit me, but I served him. He asked me how it was working for the drag queen, small dick, small balls makes them like him. I choked on my food. Out of nowhere he asked me if I could do Power Points, his girl quit him. I told him I was fine where I was. The next day I was transferred to prepare Power Points.

    At Christmas my now boss came to see me. He had a Christmas g*ft for me. He held out a promotion and a raise, what was in it for him to promote me. He didn't leave until he had gotten what he came to see me for. I now had a toxic male.

    It took very little time for me to adapt to him. At work, and after work. I serve him because I want to. He takes care of me. In one year I doubled my opening salary. I am always available. When he is on me, his mouth breathing on me, I still think about my friend when I was a on the lesbian tryouts in college.