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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? 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.

- Women Only -
Straight Female / 27

Sharing Is Caring,

I worked for a small company as the bookkeeper. My boss and owner insisted in watching over me when I had to work late. Nothing ever happened, until that night. It was me and him, I was finishing a quarterly report. He was in his office. A man broke in through the back door and surprised me at my desk, he had a mask on and a hoody and dark glasses. I screamed, my boss heard me and came running. The guy pulled a knife and the next thing there was a fight, my boss got hurt but he managed to knock him unconscious. After the police left, with the break in guy, I took my boss to ER.

I took him home because he wasn't supposed to drive. His wife went all ballistic on me, as if it was my fault. She believed we were in an affair. It took a lot to convince her, she was disappointed, it was weird. "Don't you love him, he's always taking care of you". She had me stay the night. In the morning she asked me to stay with him, when she went to work. I had the report, and I needed to talk to the office manager. "He loves you, he saved you, you take care of him".

That night when she came home after work he was doing better, the sutures hurt but he was mobile. We had dinner, I had to go home. She wanted to talk about the affair. Nothing I said changed her mind, she got out of me that yes, I loved him. Was not interested in hearing that we were work friends. "You love him, he loves you, from now on you help take care of him, cooking and cleaning, and looking after him in the bedroom".

She didn't want a divorce, just hear me say I loved him. "You love him, until death do you part". She wanted me to admit it. "Now that he's saved you no one is going to ask questions". It took about three weeks for his wound to heal, during those three weeks I spent the night there.

We fixed dinner, she asked me to cook with her and set the table. When dinner was ready she wanted me to serve his plate and tell him how much I loved him. Only after I declared my love for him did she let things go back to normal. Instead of calling him she called me to check in him. Then there was wedding for a friend of hers. She wanted us to have a honeymoon after the wedding. She wanted us to all be together. The three of us to have a honeymoon.

After she supervised him with me, she laid back and asked for him. "I love him too, but I know you love him. I'm sharing him with you because I know how much you love him." Then she quoted some Ninja thing, "Keep your friends close, your enemies closer". She insisted we sleep together. Anything to please him.

After I moved in at her house, after we were sleeping with him, he whispered in my ear "I love you" while making love to me. And that his heart is big enough for both of us.

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# 80744 - by Alyssa / July 19, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 24

    He Took Me

    I was in an unhappy relationship with another woman. Our mutual fwb questioned my gfs commitment to me. He complimented me more than her, I noticed we got closer when she wasn’t around. He joked about taking me, got jealous when I was hit on. I’m not in the best shape, but loved staring at my ass. We got drinks by the pool, when I was approached by two guys who wanted my number. My fwb told them I was taken and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his hard manhood on my back. His hands went a bit further south but it felt like he was caressing me. He was better looking than both of these guys which made me feel desired. He whispered in my ear, let’s talk by the restrooms. He grabbed my arm, opened the door and pushed me in. Once locked, he turned around and kissed me. I didn’t want to stop, I knew he wasn’t going to. He fingered me till my soul left my chest, and covered my chest with his tongue. He smiled, you want to fuck? You are so damn wet and I want that ass of yours bouncing on this. I went down on him, he was hard and girthy enough to put me under a spell. He got his wish when he plunged into me from behind inside my pussy. I was being devoured in the rawest expression of lust. We fucked for over an hour before someone knocked to use the restroom. Those same guys were still out there and completely left us alone after. My gf didn’t find out until we broke up.

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    # 80696 - by Anonymous / July 17, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Male / 58

    Any Women Ever Do This For Fun Or To Reduce The Cost Of A Repair

    I was a repairman for years, mostly appliance and electrical issue, seen my share of women wearing robes, towels and shorts that showed a lot. Twice over about thirty years of working in peoples homes I got offered sexual favors for knocking off the cost of it. The area I covered for a large part of it was a fairly high income housing development section of the county, I always thought those offers would come from single mom living in a mobile home but both came from who appeared to be higher income homes. One woman opened the door wearing this robe that did not cover much of her at all then just let it fall open once I was inside, she smiled at me and said Welcome to the pleasure palace! Hovered over me as I began looking at the refrigerator her body staying exposed the whole time telling me often touching was allowed and appreciated.
    So just wondering if any women on here had fun stories of testing the waters with a repairman.

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    # 80688 - by George / July 17, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 40

    It’s Gotten Hairy And I’m Starting To Date Again

    I’ve been single since I got divorced at 33. Ever since the divorce I stopped shaving my pubic hair. I wasn’t having sex so I saw no need to keep shaving every day.

    So for 6 years I haven’t groomed my crotch except for the occasional bikini line shave which is just removing hair off my thighs. Other than that it’s a full bush.

    I’ve only been having sex once or twice a year for the last 3 years with random guys I meet on tinder. None have said anything about me having a bush. They were hairy too.

    But I’ve recently started seeing a guy I really like. Things could turn sexual any day and I’m just wondering of if I should keep my bush or shave it. I honestly like having a bush. I think it looks really sexy.

    But I’m just curious of anyone else has had any reactions from guys. He’s 43 so I’d imagine he’s not afraid of hair

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    # 80663 - by Rachel / July 16, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 43

    Send In The Clouds - My Life Is Like A Judy Collins Song

    You probably know that old folk song, "Send in the Clouds" by Judy Collins.

    Well, that's how my life feels, sometimes.

    I did everything I was a supposed to, get married, have babies, be a stay-at-home mom. Now, I'm tired, my breasts as saggy, my husband is off chasing younger women, and my kids hate me for the things I'm not.

    Just when I'm feeling optimistic for a moment, the clouds come and it rains, making me depressed again. I've looked at them from both sides now, but clouds get in the way.

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    # 80549 - by Athena / July 12, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 31

    Now That I'm Married I Kind Of See His Decisions

    I grew up 7th Day Adventist. Don't kid yourself, 7th Day Adventist are very religious and very socially conservative. Being of a certain age I rebelled and ran away with a rock band touring. It was a crowded van, but the leader insisted I ride shotgun, to keep grubby hands off me. I got first in line in the bathroom, fresh towel, privacy, he kept watch on the door. I slept in bed with him, not on the floor with the band members. He kept his backpack between us, so I needn't worry. He stopped on Sunday and looked for Church options.

    We did KC, Chicago, Cleveland, NYC, then south to DC, Raleigh, Memphis. I got back as pristine as when I left, along with a story. He kept an eye on me, insisted I go to college. I had a late night shift at a pizza place, he escorted me home at night. One night walking, I was used to him walking me, I asked him why he treated me like a five year old.

    He said the had a five year old sister. He literally would not touch me until we were married.

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    # 80502 - by Grace Allen / July 11, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 31

    I've Served My Ten Years In The Trenches It's Time For A Promotion

    I am called a gold digger. Mostly by his wife. In my defense I didn't start it, he did. But once he started it, I could not stop it. Maybe I should have, but maybe didn't cut it. When he called, I was there for him.

    Affairs don't celebrate anniversaries, but since I know exactly the day it started, I will celebrate it by cooking him dinner. If his wife complains to him, he can bring her with him. Too late now to pretend about it, she knows, I know she knows and he doesn't care if we know. He talks about her to me, and talks about me to her. And after ten years we send each other birthday wishes.

    The gold digger part started when he first bought me a car. Mine, was old and rattled, and he got tired of seeing me in it. Don't think he went out and bought me a Range Rover, he bought me a Civic. He got tired of the place I was living in, which was the same apartment I lived in when I was in college. He moved me and made up the extra rent by giving the money to me. A live in roommate isn't practical, because I've heard several girls in my situation complain that the man gets fresh with them too.

    I got fitted with an IUD and I still have one. I'm tired of it, it is so false, such a fake message. I want to be free of it and let nature take its course with me. I don't want him to come to his senses when I'm in my late thirties and complain that I didn't make myself available to him. I will miss having 'them' in my twenties, but I will not miss having them in my early thirties. "Them" is a couple of babies.

    It's time to transition, from being the cute girlfriend to being the 'other woman', kids and all. And that's not gold digging, that is preparing my bed to sleep in.

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    # 80468 - by Becky / July 10, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 20

    Masturbating

    My name is Susan and I am a 20 year old chronic masturbator. In My early teens, I began masturbating several times a week. Very seldom did I then, or do I now, miss a day without masturbating. From my teen years, I often would spend hours in my room masturbating having numerous orgasms, and I still do. I live alone so I am free to touch myself as often and as long as I want and I love playing with myself and having orgasms. Whenever I am not at work, I am usually home naked watching porn and masturbating. My favorite porn to watch is lesbian porn.
    When I was a teen, I did a lot of pillow bumping and still do sometimes. But my favorite thing to do then and now is to lay on my tummy with my hands between my legs bumping my client is against my fingers.
    I am curious. How many other women are like me, and enjoy masturbation as much and as often as me? I am sure that I am not alone. Are you single living alone, or married or attached and masturbate whenever alone? I would love to hear from other women on this.
    So that is my confession.
    Thanks,
    Susan

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    # 80456 - by Susan / July 9, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 58

    A Somewhat Modern Woman

    OK, I will come out about my story. I was caught behind when the volcano our coffee plantation is on erupted. I was overlooked, forgotten when my family evacuated. The lava flow was minimal, on the other side, the ash was everywhere. When after five days some mountain rescuers found me I was covered in ash, almost dead. I spent many days in the hospital, my lungs were damaged.

    I was five, I barely remember, most of my memories are stories from others. a couple of pictures.

    Long term, I have no traumas. I've been back to the plantation hundreds of times. The ash swept away, reincorporated in the soil. I was precocious and at seventeen I allowed an employee to get close to me and I became pregnant. I spent my pregnancy in Spain, where the baby was placed for adoption. That hurts, even if I was a young girl. I often imagine it as an amputation.

    Because of my behavior I became socially outcast, not suitable for marriage. I studied in Spain, and France. In my late twenties I met a wealthy older man, by twenty three years, got married and hurried to have three children.

    My only 'bad' behavior was with that employee. I am mostly guarded and did not look forward to sex with my husband, but I wanted children. My husband now has problems most men his age have, so he drives a Ferrari. I am intimate with a woman, which is overlooked by my husband. She and I have been close for many years. I could never allow intimacy with another man, I'm old fashioned.

    It is now many years since I have been to the plantation. I took my children when they were young, but after my parents passed I lost the enthusiasm.

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    # 80443 - by Sarita / July 9, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 26

    Beggars Can't Be Choosers. A Man Wants Me For His Woman.

    This has racist language.

    I was living in an apartment in the city and two guys broke in at night. One r**ed me and beat me up. The other one did the stealing, what little I had to steal. The cops never found them, or tried, I imagine. Break-ins and home invasions aren't news anymore. I have no idea who they are, but the one doing the stealing was a dark man. The man who r**ed me was Hispanic, he spoke Spanish to me. Spoke, I mean gave me instructions. Mexicans talk to the women when they are r****g them.

    I spent several weeks getting over the break in and finding out I was pregnant. Being Hispanic myself I was only glad the father was Hispanic and not dark dark like the other guy. A half dark baby would have been disastrous, I don't know that I could have gone through with it.

    Of course there was all the DNA matching but nothing came up. She is, well Mexican. Dark hair and eyes, and little chubby. She's adorable and loving and I've told her her father came to me in the middle of the night and left her for me.

    I work for a builder and know an older Hispanic man who decided that he had to take care of me. It's not optional. He looks after me and when money isn't there he fills my bank account. My daughter is enrolled in a very good Montessori preschool, and she clings to him when he goes to get her. Yesterday while I was cooking he slapped my ass with his hand and said I was all woman, in Spanish. That's a compliment. Hispanic men like round thick women that they can hold to them. He spent the night and he showed me that he was interested in making it permanent.

    He likes my breasts, I have full breasts and sat on him and let him hold them and play with them. I got him hard and sat down on him, Hispanic men like that, a woman riding them. I told him he could have me if he wanted me, I liked how he played with my breasts and told me he was going to keep me.

    I'm not pretty and with the pregnancy I gained thirty pounds I can't get rid of. He likes that, he doesn't want a thin woman, he wants a woman with meat on her bones, like I am. He likes how I cook and he likes that I'm brown Mexican. Mexican men like brown women, not blonde white women. Except they like white porn women. I told him he didn't have to marry me, but if he does I will marry him. If I get pregnant now it is because I want to, and I want to, and he won't complain if that makes me happy. Mexican men like you having kids for them.

    He paints houses for the company and makes good money. He also knows sheetrock and carpentry so he is always being asked to help with the other building jobs. He is a hard worker. One of the reasons that I want him to marry me, is so that he can get citizen.

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    # 80403 - by Andrea / July 8, 2025
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