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.

One Day, I Woke Up.

No one cares anymore if you are loose girl or not. When I was a teen being loose was a very bad thing. You kept yourself as pure as the driven snow, except maybe a feel here or there. I dated in a group, as did all my friends. That kept temptation away from the door. For Junior Prom I went out with Alan, an 11th grader. He drove. Back at my house before curfew he asked me for a goodnight kiss. He wanted a kiss on the point of his dick.

It was a very quick kiss.

But after that I didn't think that was so bad. Of course I never told anyone that I had kissed Alan's dick but Alan made it sound like I spent an hour on his dick when he told his friends. I had become a 'slut'. The more you deny it, the bigger the slut. Some girls of my age asked me what it was like. Is it true that he can pee in your mouth? Overnight I was the expert, and I told them that no he doesn't pee in your mouth. But later I learned that some girls had a very different experience, the guy peed in the their mouth (it literally took me until college to learn that the guy had not peed, he had cum in their mouth).

I was showing myself to a friend at her house. At that age we compared how our privates looked. She had a really full vulva, meaty vulva, it was bigger than my hand. Spread out to eat, she had a very juicy vulva, she was so wet. I on the other hand have a small vulva, and she had to hold my legs apart and stick her finger up my ass for me to get wet. But when it comes to eating, you don't really care once that pussy is wet and juicy and you get over all the hair.

On one occasion, she stuck her thumb up my butt. "Does that feel good?" I said yes, but it really felt weird. "Are you going to let your husband fuck you that way". NO WAY. I ate pussy all through high school and college. My kind of pussy was luscious, meaty and wet. If I didn't come up for air with wet pussy all over my face, well then she wasn't worth eating. Some girls size up other girls by their tits, I sized up girls by their cameltoes.

By the time I went to work, I had had several girl relationships. But never a guy. I wanted to know what that was like. I thought long and hard about it. I talked to girls that had tried it, and got mixed reviews. Most girls said ONCE is enough. That's what girlfriends are for. Other said "I don't care" "if he wants to fuck, I let him fuck". But all the girls had girlfriends, the girls that I hung out with at that time.

I was set up with a guy. It was on purpose, he had been briefed, it was purely to get me over the hump. It was 'clinical', dick in, and dick out. He took it differently, and he got his dick in me alright, his dick went in my ass. All the way in and he came like that. It was ok, I guess, but not something I would be doing again. Me and my girlfriend talked about it a lot. What if, for instance, you were eating pussy, and he fucked you up the ass?

He didn't. He fucked me up the vagina and came in me like that. Yes, he was an asshole. No I wasn't prepared for that. Yes I did get pregnant from it. I didn't go in for an abortion, but I had a miscarriage at 13 weeks. I never in my life cried so much.

I live with Alan, remember him? He is a psychiatrist now. I 'suck' his dick now, and he gets me pregnant. Because of my past, he has a practice specializing with girls who have identity issues and lean towards girl fantasies. Yes, most of those girls outgrow it by the time they get to college. The few that don't have life long issues of many sorts, he says it's a form of dependency syndrome, needing the validation of their therapist. He doesn't treat them, they don't need a psychiatrist, he sends them to a licensed listener therapist. A few actually do alright.

  • Nanny Talk

    Last week sometime, I posted an experience regarding our live-in nanny, who had found a toy of mine in my bedside table, which also happened to be a clone vibrator of my husband's penis. It was a fun couple's activity we did together on Valentine's Day but actually became something that I have enjoyed using often since.
    Our nanny is in her early 20s, and in a new foreign country alone, so I understand the loneliness. I wasn't mad and was actually intrigued and turned on at her using it. I wasn't sure how to proceed about the incident, say nothing or mention it etc. I didn't want to make waves, since she has become a really good friend to me, and she is really good at what she does.
    I decided to say nothing and see if she would bring it up, which she didn't and hasn't. I sat talking to her the next night after the incident and was just casually talking about her experiences etc. During the talk, her social life was mentioned, and I asked her how things were going? She seems to have sort of taken me as a mom away from home situation. She talked about being lonely but making friends, males included, but nothing serious. I made a point to tell her that I was always around and willing to talk about anything, emphasizing ANYTHING. She laughed and said that she hoped that someday she would have a family life like we have. When pressed what she meant, she said the usual, stable comfortable life, growing family, then something I found interesting. She mentioned that her parents slept in separate beds while she grew up, and that it was nice that hubby and I seemed to "really enjoy each other"? She mentioned that sometimes she ventures downstairs to the kitchen to get something to drink or eat after everyone has retired to their bedrooms. She said she loved to hear hubby and I in our bedroom talking and laughing and basically "enjoying each other".
    Our home is laid out that the kid's bedrooms and the nanny bedroom is down one wing of the upstairs. Our primary suite is down a different hall on the way to the staircase leading down to the main floor kitchen etc. If she goes to the kitchen after the kids are asleep, she could very likely hear us in our room as she passes by. I never thought of this, but we make sure that when the nanny is on her own free time, we don't bother her and take care of the kids ourselves in case they need anything during the night. Because of this, we don't leave our bedroom door completely shut but rather cracked in case one of the kids has an issue or is crying and we need to go deal with them. After chatting with our nanny, I was curious so last Sat night the kids were asleep soundly, the nanny was in her room, and hubby had returned from a 5-day work trip. I mentioned during the day to the nanny that I was "excited for his return" hoping that she would understand what I meant. I have been aroused by her ever since this experience. I made sure that our television was off, and my bedside lamp was on as I crawled nude into bed next to my husband. He quickly stripped off his sleeping clothes and we began to explore each other with our hands. It was an unusually warm evening for the spring and since the AC hasn been turned on yet it was warm in our room. It was perfect for me to roll down the covers and let him stroke and knead my breasts and lick his way down to my damp pussy. We were both nude and on top of the bed, I had left our door a little more open than usual and I noticed I could just see a bit of the hallway reflection in the glass of a framed painting just outside of our bedroom.
    As I laid there on my back feeling hubby parti my lips and licking me, I watched the reflection in the art and noticed, not even 10 minutes into this, our nanny's reflection, as she stood a bit down the hall, listening, but then realizing she moved close enough to watch through the slightly open door. My hubby had his back to the doorway so he couldn't see the nanny outside our room, and I acted oblivious. I looked down shortly after and could see hubby's shaft fully erect and so I moved into position to suck on him as he sat on the bed on his knees. I was giving our voyeur a perfect side view of hubby's body as I licked and teased the drips of precum from hobby's hard swollen head. I quickly pushed him onto his back, the angle that I was laying before, and quickly got on top of him and really began to pump up and down. I could feel him getting harder and warmer inside me, so I hopped off and sat reverse on top of hubby, blocking his view of the hallway and also allowing me to see if the nanny was still there. Surprised or not surprised I could see her reflection still watching us. Hubby was gripping my hips with his hands really pulling me against him. I was massaging his balls and could feel him beginning to pulse. Just as he began to spray a fountain of warm sperm, I pulled him out. I let the nanny see it all. I'm shaking still as I write this and really turned on.

    When The Man Puts A Claim On You He Wants A Goody Two Shoes

    Being a hot blooded 26 year old I was set back when attending a summer afternoon baseball game, my then boss, took offense to me 'displaying' myself in jean shorts and halter top. He went to the team store and bought an XL team jersey and made me wear it to keep strangers from ogling me.

    I learned that the proper way to say 'fuck me' is 'possess me'. If I'm in the mood for a pussy eating I'm supposed to say 'tickle my fancy'. God forbid I say 'asshole', or refer to his um um as a dick, the appropriate word is 'member'.

    Sundays are for church, not football. A woman's place is redefined as anywhere he thinks I'm violating his barriers. I've learned to cook and set the table, host a dinner party and not embarrass him. If I'm going away to see my mother then I say 'I have permission to go see my mother'

    But in the heat of the moment, I slipped up and told him to tear me a new asshole and I got a spanking for it.

  • There But For The Grace Of God, And The Hand Of A Man, Go I

    I am 34 with two blonde blue eyed boys 4 and 7. At one point I was going down the wrong path. My friend got involved with some blacks who kept blonde girls for fun. At a bar a man dragged me out, and put me in a car. My friend stayed behind.

    Today I'm married with my two boys living in a town not far from Indianapolis. My husband manages an extermination business, and I work part time. My friend and I lost touch after the pandemic.

    Ten Years A Mistress

    As a kid my mother talked of passion. Follow your passion. I followed my passion, art appreciation. I managed a job as a receptionist for a small modern art gallery. The owner, a woman in her sixties, had several pieces. Once in a while a piece sold. She made her money on the commissions of other artist's work.

    She enthused me to give a try at making art. It was very poor. But it sold a few pieces. She said, art is in the eye of the beholder, and price us everything. Among thousand dollar pieces, one fifty sells better.

    A man came in, a tourist waiting for another meeting. He said he could tell I was a neophyte. But had talent and I would get better. He bought a 'piece'. And told me to mail it to him.

    That evening before closing he called and asked me to dinner. The owner said enjoy myself. It was a nice dinner, the on to his hotel room. It crossed my mind he had gotten me for the sum of 125.00 plus tax.

    I continued to paint living with him. Got better and better, up to 250.00.

    Being a 'girlfriend mistress', supported, kept, hidden wears on you. The world keeps turning, you get older. Experienced cook, arm candy, artist in residence. Sex did not define the relationship. If anything it was tense. His method is controlling. Overpowering.

    I have no one to blame, a casual acquaintance, a professional mistress.

  • Biology Is Ahead Of Our Understanding

    As a fresh out of college biologist I took a turn as a Peace Corp. My first job was oral hygiene with the natives. I met an old 'doctor' from somewhere who tended to first aid, childbirth, that sort of stuff. The 'facilities' were primitive, outdoor latrine. It was difficult to go, you never knew who was looking.

    The 'doctor' said he smelled me when he walked up on me and I was peeing. He said 'you have diabetes'.

    In time during a check up back in civilization I mentioned that to my doctor, a woman doctor, and she suggested we check up on that. I did have diabetes, pre stage, my pancreas wasn't doing it's job.

    I learned a lot from that, not to judge what others do from what they look like. That 'medicine' is an art, not just science. That 'natives' were living in a world we couldn't see or understand. That in their world we are ignorant. And that men are different.

    Men are different than us women. They smell us, long before we smell them. That smell tells them how to see us.

    I Married Him After Two Weeks

    As a second year med student I drove the car off the road into a ditch. A man showed up after a while and told me I wasn't going to drive it back on the road so get my valuables and papers and climb in with him. He'd get me to a wrecker service.

    After forty five minutes we came to a town, but the garage said the wrecker was busy and would be available the next day. It was past six so the man said we should get a bite and get me a place for the night. It was a motel close to the garage and I was upset, scared, to stay there so he said he would stay with me. In the motel with me.

    There were two beds. He had me get ready for bed first, while he watched tv. He gave me the choice of beds. After a while he went out and got his bag and got ready for bed, boxers with no shirt.

    He offered to keep me warm. He sat on the bed until I moved into his bed.

    I resigned myself to him. When he reached for me I went along. It was quick, he didn't waste time. I slept alone in my bed the rest of the night. After getting something to eat we went to the garage. He said we should follow the wrecker.

    After the garage looked at the car they had to change a strut that was bent. He paid them and got the car fixed. He followed me until I got to school.

    I married him two weeks later. A 39 year old man. I finished med school, and finished my residency and moved in with him.

    Sorry Girls, You Have One Shot Only At Losing Your Virginity

    I'm a RN Social Counselor for a pregnancy prevention center and I've had more than one girl come in after losing their virginity. Some are pleased, and take their prescriptions as a badge of honor. Others are torn apart, having saved themselves for marriage. My job is not to wonder why, fill out the prescription unless medically inadvisable.

    And that's how I met Candice, who wanted her virginity back. Her experience was typical, pushed to allow sex, regretful once the event had happened. Not a legal matter, a matter of poor judgement.

    Candice confided in me that she had regained her virginity several times. A service provided by her church. I didn't follow up on her promiscuous behavior, she was convinced she had been cleansed by her Pastor.

    As an RN there is no going back after sex to a moment in time when you received your first anti-virginity injection.

    Exercise Dress Situation

    I’m a big fan of exercise dresses. I think they are comfortable and cute. With their built in shorts and bra makes them super comfortable all day long

    But that built in shorts isn’t ideal when you have to use the restroom

    I was out shopping with my mom on a hot day we had last month and I had on one of my favorite dresses. I ended up having to use the restroom so I knew that would be a task because of the built in shorts

    There I am in a macys restroom stripping naked in a stall just to use the restroom real quick. And the stalls have gaps on the doors. My mom was in there too and she straight up asks are you getting naked?

    I told her you pretty much have too to just pee wearing this style of dress. I was thinking how did she know I was naked so I asked. She said the stalls have big gaps and I literally saw your bush through a gap.

  • Our Nanny

    I just found this site after searching the internet for others who may have had something like this happen to them. I will try to condense things so that they don't get too wordy. This is a true experience so hopefully not boring for everyone.

    I am super happily married to a man that I am really attracted to and have two young kids. I have my own business and am pretty busy and because my husband travels so much for his profession, we have a live in au pair, aka nanny. I am not sure why or how I should feel about this but for some reason I became extremely turned on by what just happened recently regarding our nanny.

    My husband and I have a pretty robust sex life and because of hubby's travel are still nearly as horny as we were years ago when we were first together. Last Valentine's Day I got a g*ft for him, or actually me! I was being silly and got a kit that makes a vibrating clone of his penis. It is a kit that you cast his penis in rubber and can insert a vibrator into. I thought I could use it when he is away on business, and I'm missing him. We had a fun and sexy evening making the clone of his body and I was completely surprised how well it turned out and how authentic it feels inside me. Because it is a cast, it has every detail copied and feel exactly like him when I have it deep inside me. For the record, it isn't like my hubby is giant or anything like that, he is just a nice average size, but he has a really enormous head when it is swollen. It literally spreads my lips wide and "pops" into me. Because of the shape of it I can feel it rubbing the sides of my pussy deep inside me which drives me over the top.

    We have had our nanny now for about 9 months and because I work out of the home and she is always here, we have become pretty close. Last week we were chatting, just girl talk, and she mentioned how we seem happy together and how do we do that after close to 9 years of marriage. I laughed and made a comment on the clone that hubby and I made, and we both got a good laugh out of it.

    A couple of nights ago, with hubby away on business I had been out to dinner with a visiting college friend who was in our city for a conference. She was a little under the weather so we cut things short so that she could get back to her hotel and rest. When I got home the house was pretty quiet since the kids go down to bed pretty early. I walked down the long hallway to check on my little ones, whose rooms are down the same wing and are next to our nanny's room. I could see the light coming from under our nanny's door, so I knew she was there, I checked both kids who were already sleeping. I quietly knocked on the door of our nanny and could hear her, but she sounded like she was upset or crying? I quietly told her through the door, luckily, I didn't open it, that I was already back and she could go out or whatever she wanted since she wasn't needed for the kids for the rest of the night. She sounded startled and I asked if everything was alright? She said everything was fine and was just watching something on her laptop. I told her good night and that I was going to read and go to bed.

    I returned my bedroom and turned on the light and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I am completely obsessive compulsive and everything in our home is always spotless and put away, I looked at my nightstand and the drawer was slightly open and not completely shut? I thought that was weird and went to close it after I had gotten ready for bed. As I started to close the door, I saw that the clone of hubby's penis was missing! I then realized that the sound that I heard coming out of the nanny's room was the buzz of the vibrator inside of it, and not the show the nanny was watching. I also know that she wasn't crying but she was quietly panting and moaning! The realization that she nanny had the vibrating clone of my husband's hard shaft with its large swollen head up inside her, strangely didn't anger me, but for some really strange reason, I found myself aroused that our nanny was using it. I sat there on the bed and was frozen! Do I go confront her? Do I not say anything and pretend it didn't happen?

    I chose to do nothing, she does a fantastic job with my kids, is extremely caring and we love her and having her around. I got up the next morning as usual and headed to yoga while our nanny started getting the kid's breakfast. She didn't say anything, and I didn't mention anything about what I discovered. When I returned from yoga, I checked my nightstand and sure enough, the toy was back in the exact place that I had left it. I can't seem to stop thinking about this and it continues to turn me on? Strange I know.