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.

A Freshman's Immature Response To Being Stalked By My Husband

My college story. I played softball, catcher, in high school. I got a scholarship to play for a major university. The coach was gay and at least half the players were gay. The mix was pretty one sided and it was difficult for me to listen to all the bull shit about everything. If the sun shone in our eyes, it was the patriarchy, if some girl got pregnant it was assault and battery.

I had an admirer from early on. He took pictures of my crotch when I was playing and sent them to me telling me he wanted to fuck me. He was in the stands when we practiced and when we played. I got pictures of my ass, and my 'heavy tits baby', 'let me suck those tits baby'. But it was the pictures of my crotch that got me. He printed out the pictures before sending them to me, sometimes he drew a penis across the crotch where he wanted to fuck me. On pictures of my ass he drew a hand, on pictures of my tits he drew lips. I got a lot of pictures of my face.

One day I said fuck it, I'm going to have let him fuck me, and I wrote my phone number on my crotch for him to call me. I met him at the commons, he was a nerd if you ever saw one. He told me not to judge him, he had a big dick to fuck me with. I told him to prove it, so we went into the family bathroom and he opened his zipper to pull out his dick. Not being familiar with dick sizes I told him it didn't look that big to me. Well bitch, when can I fuck you?

I was in the athletic dorm, so that didn't work, and he was in a freshman dorm, so that didn't work. I told him I didn't want to get fucked in some bathroom, or behind some equipment shed. I wanted a proper fucking, so he had to rent a room at a motel. We went to the Sky Inn and I had to given him the cash money, so there wouldn't be a record. It was only when we were inside the room that it crossed my mind that he would want me to get all naked, get those tits to suck and that ass to slap. I told him he had to strip first. I stood beside him naked, my five foot nine frame, 165 pounds against his five foot six frame 135 pounds.

It was so amateur, he had never fucked a girl and didn't know what to do. I had to guide him, I had to grab his dick and put it against my vagina. Once he got started nature took over and he started fucking. It was right then that I realized I had no protection and told him not to cum in me. Why I thought he could control it I don't know. He came all in me. Same thing the second time. I shook my head and told him that if I got knocked up we were getting married.

We got married in May before I had to go home and show my family I was going to have a baby. To them it was a 'miracle', an immaculate conception. What guy in his right mind would fuck me? I had my baby in late September. There wasn't any choice about it, we had to take an apartment. The coach wanted me off the team as an example. Lesbians do not get pregnant. But I had my scholarship and it wasn't so easy. My teammates were either totally supporting, or ganged up on me for letting a guy fuck me. And when they met my husband, he was such a twirp to them. Lesbians are very hurtful, remember that. But some of the girls were so with me, so glad to help babysit, talked about wanting to have babies. The world is not coming to an end. I was in shape to play my sophomore year.

I played my sophomore year, but pregnant again at the end of the season, I gave back my scholarship and focused on 'the kids' and being a housewife while my husband finished school and went to law school. I stayed in shape, working out and running. It was hard, the babies wanted me to put on weight for them and keeping it off was a lot harder than any workouts I had when I played varsity.

I'm ok, still lesbian, I have a crush on the girl at the pizza store. I have four kids now, I'm a full time housewife. I got my degree online. I have not physically cheated on him, but I've had numerous deep crushes on girls, and one woman from church. He is practicing law with a big sized firm and he loves 'those big tits, baby'.

  • It's Only An Empty Feeling Now

    Before I start, If you are triggered about abuse, stop.

    My father was a drunk. He went to prison for what he did. I was eleven when he r**ed me. It was later, after he was in prison and we had moved to be close to my mother's only sister, that I found out from her that he had r**ed her too. My father is what can be called a serial rapist. Pure unadulterated sexual dominance. And as the target, you never love him as hard as you do as when he is r****g you. It happened to my mother and it happened to me. Even in prison I loved him and my mother did to. It is only because I was so young that she took the steps to have him arrested.

    For his ten years in prison I wrote him a long letter of my undying love for him and that I forgave him. To be truthful it is hard to displace him, I don't have a man I want to be close with. And I'm now 37 and my only 'man' is him. I've been without since he was arrested. My mother too, he is the only 'man' in her life.

    In college I tried to get intimate with a female roommate. It lasted a few months, but that's not for me. Friends yes, but not sexual. It's not the same. I was young, but every ounce of woman in me came out then, when he held me like that and I felt his dick in me. My mother agrees, you can't really let another man get between your legs.

    Now the other part. He was released after twenty years to a halfway house, but prohibited from contacting me. My mother kept me informed. He stepped off the sidewalk into a bus and was killed. I don't feel anything, not loss. My boss at work told me he would normalize me with sex. But I have to open my legs for him and ask him in words to have sex with me. He won't force it on me. I have to beg.

    In My Days A Woman Went To College To Hunt For A Man

    I am a small woman, 5' 2" and 120 pounds. I have a small frame, small ass and small tits. If my hair was cut like a boy's I could pass as a boy.

    I was twenty by one day, and we had a party in our apartment in college, with a couple of female friends. Some guys in our complex came by and because it was for my birthday they went to buy some beer (they were over 21). Also, the brought some pot.

    One of the buys stood the coffee table without his pants on swinging his dick around. For us, the females in the room, this was a first time spectacle, because to be honest I had never seen a penis in real life. One of the guys grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me up against the wall, grabbing me by my tits, and shoving his hips against my ass. I tried to get away, I kicked him, and tried to hit him with my elbows, but he just pinned me harder against the wall. A soon as I stopped fighting, he shoved his hands down my pants. Now I had fingers in my pussy and one finger in my vagina. He kept shoving his hips against me in a fucking motion.

    No one said anything, everyone was paying attention to the guy on the table, who was now completely naked inviting a girl to get on the table to dance with him. I turned my attention back to the guy who was feeling me up, his finger in my vagina was pulling on me and it hurt. He had a hard dick, I could feel it through my pants. I thought about turning around in his arms, but then what was I going to do, so I waited while he humped hard against me. His hand in my pants busted the button o the pants and he managed to push my pants down, and I must have helped him, I really don't know because the pants went down over my hips. Now I could feel his dick in his pants against my bare ass. At that point I resigned myself.

    He undid his pants and his dick was against my bare butt and he bent me over enough to get his dick in my vagina, all the way in. He humped me, and I kept opening my legs, and bending over, until I had both arms against the wall in a triangle with my head. When he pulled his dick out I thought it was done, but all he did was stick his dick in my ass. All the way in. A few humps, and he was struggling to get more dick in. My butt started clenching and I couldn't stop it, he started to breathe hard on my neck until he let out a breath and he hit up against me with his hips in a series of jerks. His dick slipped out.

    In our college there was an unwritten rule. The guy that fucks you owns you. He had not only fucked me, he had fucked me in the ass. The music had changed, and the guy on the table was eating out some girl on a chair. He was totally naked and I saw him lift up and get on her to fuck her. She still had her shoes on, and her legs in a Y while he slammed against her. I had already been fucked, so now it was my turn to watch. My 'man', because now he was my man, turned my head around and asked me to wash his dick. It hit me then, and I used a wet dish towel from the sink to wash his dick, and then my ass. His eyes on me said a lot. You woman, me man, wash my dick, so I washed his dick.

    When we walked around the room, all the girls there were being fucked or had been fucked. All four of them. I had been fucked too.

    The rules in our college is that the man had to stake his claim. If he didn't want you after he fucked you, then it was your fault. You weren't woman enough. By the end of the next day the laundry had been done for all the guys. My man had his bed changed, and his bathroom cleaned and I had been to the supermarket to cook him a home cooked meal. The way it ended up, is that he moved in with me and my roommate moved in with her new man.

    No one to my knowledge ever complained. We were going to prove to them that we were women enough, and we laid back with our legs open, or we folded laundry, whichever was next. My man took me with him after graduation and married me a year later. Because I had messed up and gotten pregnant (on purpose). No woman ever went more than a year before having a baby after she got married. Those were the rules in 1978.

  • College Friend's Question

    One of my best friends and old college roommate recently visited my husband and me. One morning while hubby was out playing golf we were reminiscing about college and things, and she mentioned that shortly after college, while she was staying with us during our wedding, she was my maid of honor, she said that she heard us having sex a couple of times. Out home was older and small, and she had stayed in the bedroom across the hallway from ours. All of this time, nearly 10 years she had never mentioned this before. She said that she was really aroused hearing me moan and since then on occasion, has rubbed herself to orgasm thinking about that time!

    I am not sure what made me offer this, maybe it was because she had gone through a pretty nasty divorce recently and I knew she was kind of lonely, but I told her that hubby and I would likely have sex that evening since we often do on weekend nights when neither of us have to get up early the next morning. I told her that if she stayed up late enough that evening, she could experience the same memory again.

    That night after we had all returned from dinner, we each retired to our rooms. While hubby was getting ready for bed, I quietly cracked open our bedroom door a little and turned down the lights. When hubby got into bed with me, I began to tease him and got him to slowly undress and slide off my pajamas as well. I wanted to prolong this so I pushed his head down so he could lick and tease me with his tongue. As I get close to orgasm, I can't help moaning and he was turning me on so much I could feel my orgasm building up and as hard as I tried to stifle it, I was moaning pretty loudly. The house was dark and quiet except for our sounds so I knew that there was no way that my friend wasn't hearing everything clearly in the quiet darkness. Just before I had an orgasm, I pushed him away and began to suck and tease him and his swollen shaft. When I had teased hubby to the brink I hopped on top of him and slid him inside me and began to move back and forth on top of him feeling him deep inside me.

    I could feel my husband getting harder and larger inside me and knew he was getting close to filling me with his warm cum. I kept asking him if it felt good trying to get him to be vocal and tell me things he was feeling. I kept riding him and shortly had a shaking orgasm on him. I heard him tell me he could feel me throbbing on him, and he began to pant and tell me he was about to cum. The thought of him saying that and knowing that my friend was hearing this caused me to orgasm again as I felt him throbbing inside me and the warmth of his cum spreading in me. It really was some of the best sex we have had in some time.

    The next morning, when I dropped my friend off at the airport, she hugged me and said goodbye, just as she started to walk into the terminal she turned around and smiled and said, "thanks for last night", and winked.

    Showing Off Our Husband’s Equipment

    Yep you heard it guys. Some of us women talk about and show pictures of our husbands dicks to our friends.

    This just happened a few weeks ago when we all were sitting around a fire at my house. My husband was gone for a the weekend so a girls night came about

    Randomly one of my friends said oh my husband sent me a dick pic the other day, then began to show us his hairy hard dick. It looked good I thought but other friends said he needs to trim lol.

    Next thing I know everyone is showing what their husbands got. We all know our one friend has a hung husband but we didn’t know he shaved too. My friend said I prefer no pubes

    But one thing I realized was I was the only one with an uncut husband. So I just said am I the only one with an uncircumcised guy. All were very surprised so I got out a picture of my husband hard and fully covered. All were so surprised to see an uncut guy in Ohio lol

    Then I sawed them a picture of the skin pulled back. They all had so many questions about it.

  • When The Animal In You Makes You 'Compliant' To Him

    My life up to that moment was being the oldest, taking over after my mother died, working my way through college, then law school. I worked for a large law firm, primarily corporate stuff. I was at a clients, with my partner. As soon as we sat down I knew something was going on.

    The client looked at her like a man who knew her. After we left she swore me to secrecy, that man had 'forced himself on her'. She still 'saw' him regularly. Explaining, 'you can't run away from the animal in you'.

    Over time I understood she was 'compliant' to him. The animal in her wanted to be compliant. Like a dog she offered herself up, turning her backside up for him. That way he could 'take' her. The truth is I didn't understand. How could she?

    A few years later I had taken a job with a client. The man I worked with was overbearing with me. I complained to my old boss at the firm. 'It's the animal in you, you've met the man that's going to take you'. Take, isn't the right word. Bend you until you break. Then he takes you.

    I know the look, when a man just has to look at you, for you to 'offer' yourself to him. Turning your backside up for him. So he can 'take' you.

    Compliant, in her words 'be compliant to him'.

    A Modern Day Work Wife

    So, the dirty details. I worked in a large firm, run by men for men and the women were there to 'serve' them. I was the favorite of the man in question, fifty, with a wife and children. It was the proverbial work wife relationship. He knew when I had my period, and I knew when it was necessary to relieve the pressures building up in him. It was almost always oral, a blowjob in his office. I kept a box of Kleenex in his office to wipe my face and his penis. Yes, girls, you wipe his penis, and suck it gently after he has achieved his purpose.

    I developed migraines. At first I thought it was stress, but it became obvious that they were tied to my period. The only person alive I could talk about my periods with was him. You would think I had a girlfriend, or a sister or my mother, but when it came to the most intimate, I could only talk with him about that. I even had a talk with him one day about the proper way to wipe my butt. He concluded from my description of my migraines that it was my birth control and told me get off, I could face the other way and he could use the other hole, or if I was aware enough I would let him know and insist on pulling out. The other hole was out of the question.

    I've been criticized enough about this. I could not ask him to 'pull out', or wear a condom, or use spermicide. This was his sperm and I wasn't going to kill it. I was 28, in love beyond expressions, and I was ready for him to make me pregnant. I wanted to get pregnant right then. It was my chance. The push for getting pregnant was so strong that I insisted on having sex every day, in the 'love nest' or at the office, I didn't care. My brain called out to me 'more sperm, more sperm'. I got his sperm, and I got pregnant. The most cherished news of my life was when the doctor (a she doctor) told me 'you are pregnant my dear, 8 weeks'.

    When your mind is not with you, you do what you would never do if your brain was engaged. Did I call my sister? NO. My mother? NO. Did I tell him? NO. I called his wife to share the news with and told her over lunch at our little lunch place. "Oh my, OH MY! A little too much work wife, isn't it?"

    I've been rewarded with a little girl, who I fell in love with immediately. I had to move while I was pregnant to a better place with room for a child to grow up in and a much better school district, I went suburban. Work was out of the question, first because getting a subordinate pregnant is pretty much the kiss of death these days, and second because I had promised myself that if I ever had a child, I would stay home and raise my child. I would not be an absent mother. I'm a 'kept' woman.

    I never had another migraine.

    Discovering My Bi Side

    High school birthday cookout by the pool. This boy pushed me in. I was wearing white pants and a full bush. I was embarrassed to say the least. A friend took his shirt off to tie around my waist. He wanted to know if I was always that hairy or if I trimmed it away. My first 'talk' about sex.

    He wanted to see, so I pulled my pants down and he sat staring at my bush. "I can't see anything" he said. I had to lay back with open legs for him to see something. I thought I would be embarrassed but I wasn't, not even a little. He got on me and we had sex.

    In college I had a roommate that liked to show me her body. I sat and watched, and before I knew it we were kissing naked on her bed. We had sex, but without the obvious. I had to admit, I liked that better.

    I don't know if being naked with a girl like that was what I wanted, but of the two I know I would much rather spend time with a girl. If that says I'm lesbian so be it. But I will do it again with a man. Sometime.

    A Secret From A Half Century Ago

    I was just twenty. A virgin, without ever having considered that I would have sex, be romantically involved. AI wanted more than anything to become a nun. I studied and prayed, to fill my days.

    It was quick, so fast, it was over before it started, except that I was no longer pure, I could not belong to Christ. I ran from him, but stopped. I went back and asked him what he was going to do with me. I had to tell him he had to marry me.

    He did marry me, but not until three years later, after I already have his son.

    So that is all I have to confess. I did not try to stop him, I let him knowing that Christ would not have me.

  • One Day You Have To Get Serious

    He kept grabbing my hand while he talked. He said he didn't like me with a naked ring finger. He pushed me into the corner of the booth. With his arm around me he kissed me. "Let's go to a motel".

    I slipped out from under him, told him he was a wolf hunting his prey. Goodnight, and bye, and I left. He followed me home, and pushed his way in. "I'm not taking no for an answer". No, but he didn't listen. He got what he wanted. I got up and freshened up, took him a glass of cold water. He showed me his dick, and I sucked him. My naked ring finger was still naked. He was not going to change that. I knew it.

    That's the problem with women, we're pleasers.

    A guy from engineering texted me and asked if I was going to the ball game on Saturday. I texted back if he was asking. He backhanded answered, if I needed a ride. In the dating pool, that means half an hour alone, no interruptions, and his eyes on the road. I said yes.

    Three months later he gave me a ring.

    I accepted, he asked and my old boyfriend argued.