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.

Things Of Men And Women,

I was 19, in the jungle, separated from my side, the enemy in the jungle all around. I lay beside a fallen tree, in an ant hill. I couldn't move, scream, move or I would be found. Eventually I was alone, the other side had moved on. I found my way back to my side, swollen, in pain.

Whenever I feel trapped I remember that event. I can and will survive, I will not move, I will not complain. A man has to learn to be a man, even if you really aren't a man. That's the way it is. If you are not a man you die.

What I've witnessed these last few years of women who pretend to be men, of women who pretend to lead, of women who turn their back on men, if women who turn their back on their own kind. This makes me mad. These women are nit men, never will be men, will never walk amongst men. And men who give up, behave like women are not men. Not men.

Men fought and died. Men. A few unfortunate women were killed by men. Most because they dressed like men, pretended to be men, shot at men. For these women I'm sorry. They should have stayed with their own kind. A woman killed by men, is a ghastly site to behold. Women have no business in the affairs of men.

I've said my piece. You are born to be man, or you are born to be woman.

  • I Learned By Doing That I Really Like Women's Work And Being The Woman

    So it's tax season again. Last year I found out the hard way that a bonus that I had been given did not have any withholdings. I owed a bunch of tax for me, and I had spent the bonus money. I didn't have a way to pay and a friend told me to work out a payment with the IRS.

    During a conversation I told my supervisor about it. He offered to front me the money. But everyone knows that comes with strings attached. I told him I could pay him monthly over a year. He said he didn't want the money, he had enough, he didn't need it. He was open about it and told me he wanted me to be nice to him and make him happy. He didn't just want the obvious, between my legs I'm talking about, he wanted me to cook for him. At his house, in the middle of the night sort of thing. Cooking and cleaning, changing the bed and opening my legs for him.

    Confronted with that, I opened my legs and got around to cooking and cleaning. He sits by the TV while I do the cleaning, following me around with his eyes. He watches me fold the clothes. He sits in the kitchen when I cook for him. I don't ask him to pick up or anything, it's woman's work he wants done so I do it. I open my legs for him, and let him do it. I don't want a drop of it going into some other woman.

    A year has gone by, the taxes this season are all in order, and his g*ft is paid back. But I am not moving out, I have cooking and cleaning to do and I like having my legs open. I found out this last year that I really do like women's work, all of it, not just the cooking and cleaning.

    Don't Make The Mistake Of Spying On Your Husband

    I am on here because I made a mistake. I heard that my husband was seeing a girl from work, I followed her and saw them together. I hired a cheap ass PI to get pictures because I wanted to hurt him. The pictures that came back were pretty bad. A lot of public displays of affection, a picture of her topless in the window of her apartment, he is in the mirror. He followed her and him and has a register of times he saw them together. But the worst is he got close up to the window and filmed them having sex.

    Seeing my husband on top of a another woman giving her the business caused unexpected arousal. I watched the video and rubbed one out. It's only about fifty seconds, but his ass and his dick pounding her is too much to set aside.

    I showed him the video and he of course said something like 'what did I expect' because I refuse to give blowjobs. I told him the video was of him fucking her, not a blowjob. But he said she gave him blowjobs, so in return he fucks her. I got an ass fucking from him. No lube, no preparation, no forewarning. I don't like ass jobs, my ass hurts later and I always make a mess out of it. But he thinks that is the most macho thing in the world.

    Anyway to calm him down I gave him a blowjob in the shower and apologized for spying on him. I don't care if he is fucking her. She's a tramp anyway.

  • Obsessed With Dad's Cock

    I recently lost my Dad after a long battle with Cancer. He was 70 years old. While going thru some old photos that were stored at mom's house, I went back in time to when I was a young teen. From a very early age, I was attracted to my dad after seeing him naked in the shower.

    One year we were camping, I think I was 14 and he went into the tent to change out of his wet swim trunks. I was sitting at the picnic table and the tent flap was open a little and I could see him naked from the waist down. As he dried off, his cock swung around and began to stand up all by itself. I then began to feel a little tingling between my legs. I couldn't believe how big it looked.

    One night that summer when my mom was at her weekly card party, My Dad and I were on the sofa watching tv. Dad was wearing his usual boxers after having taken a shower. I took a little pillow and laid it in Dad's lap after pretended to be sleepy. As we were watching TV, I kept shifting around and finally got enough nerve to slowly move my hand under the pillow. When my fingers touched his cock, he flinched a little, but just kept watching TV

    I kept touching him and I could feel him getting hard. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and told me to stop. I sat up and acted dumb saying "Stop what" laughing. "This" he said as he moved the pillow to expose his cock as the head poked out of the slit in his boxers. He tried to push it back in his boxers, but I said "NO" and I told him I had seen glimpses of his cock before and really wanted to see it up close when it was big.

    " Really" he said with a puzzling look. Before I said anything, I was pulling his cock out of his boxers and feeling the girth and weight of it as I actually held it in my hand. I told him I couldn't believe how big it was. He whispered that if I kept playing it up it would get even bigger.

    Now I knew what masturbation was and I had watched my cousins do it when we had a backyard sleepover in a tent. I was about 12 at the time and In fact, I had made one of them squirt his cum.

    So I took my dad's cock in my hand and began to stroke it a little. He told me it would feel better if I got it wet. I wasn't sure what to do and he told me to open my mouth wide and pretend it was a popsicle. I grinned real big and did what he said. It was hard to do that first time, but I took turns going down on him and keeping him wet as I stroked his now rock hard cock.

    I was almost dizzy with excitement when He said "Don't stop" and he tensed up and came in my mouth. I gagged and choked and his cum was running down my chin. It was nothing like my little cousins had done, I mean Dad's cum filled my mouth and then some.

    For the next 4-5 years until I went off to college I was obsessed with my dad's big hard cock. I was so excited when they put me on birth control and Dad and I had sex almost weekly behind my Mom's back. He showed me how to do things my Mom wouldn't do, which made it even more exciting.

    The last time we had sex was at a rented beach house when the whole family got together. It must have been maybe 10 years ago and Dad still hard a beautiful big hard cock. I really miss him, but I have some wonderful memories for sure..

    At 22 I Never Dreamt I'd Be Here, But Here I Am A Mrs.

    All in I attended Lesbian U and my post grad at Lesbian School of Economics. Armed with my MBA I landed a job at a first teer consulting outfit. As part of an all lesbian team, our focus was DEI and other pet projects. From 2016 to 2021 we had an inexhaustive client base. But for me 2022 was the year I got pregnant. Not something I had plans for.

    The Mr. in the equation was opposed to allowing me 'my body', overridden by 'my sperm, bitch'. I had run head on into 'my Daddy'. Our bank account was his money, our house was his house, our child was his child. What with being on long term maternity leave I never returned to work. I became homebound.

    I resisted as long as I could before giving up my independence, and my name went with it. I got married in a religious service, in a church, and my father gave me away. White wedding gown, three bridesmaids and my best friend maid of honor.

    My previously all inclusive lesbian work group held a mock funeral, as I transitioned to straight and took the arm of my Daddy.

    Frankly I cannot for the life of me recall how I let him on me, and let his sperm have time enough time to fertilize me. Why I called him, and not one of my supportive friends is another mystery, why I started calling him Daddy once the OB confirmed I was PG. Giving up my job was easy, with an infant in my arms and on the tit I wasn't going back, no how.

    I'm a sellout. I don't vote because I can't vote like I used to. Pushing thirty two and contemplating Daddy putting another one in me, I now call myself his name and go to mother's day out so I can lunch with my mother and sister.

  • Thong Shopping

    Having recently started working in my desire field and moving out on my own I randomly just decided yesterday that wanted to finally try thongs

    I was out shopping and was in a Victoria secret buying my normal bikini panties but it dawned on me that I could try some sexy panties

    So I began looking at thongs and it was so overwhelming. So many styles of them and fabrics. A store worker asked I needed help and I told her I’m looking for my first thongs. She too said that can be overwhelming for a first time buyer

    So she helped me get just basic cotton thongs. She showed me the most popular ones women are buying and in all I picked out 10 thongs

    I couldn’t wait until I got home to try one so I went into a restroom and put a thong on. Instantly I knew I liked it. I felt like my butt was so exposed walking around too but it felt freeing. A thong under jeans felt much better then bikini panties

    Starting tomorrow will be my first time wearing a thong to work

    I Know Now Why Men Like Friends With Benefits Arrangements

    I lived at home, with my mother and siblings. I had a job that paid more than ever, I got the job after college in an office with benefits. A girl at work needed a roommate and asked if I was interested. What I didn't take into consideration was her casual friend with benefits. He came around to get his 'piece' and offered nothing in return.

    I complained to my male coworker, how could a guy be so insensitive? treat her like a fuck receptacle. He was sure she got something out of it, maybe she preferred dick to masturbating? I wasn't into playing with myself, and to be honest I'd never 'had' dick either. Living at home, made that difficult. My work friend offered to make me happy, now that I was living with a friend.

    It was so casual, he would come over, give me dick, and leave afterwards. I talked to my roommate, was it worth it? She said yea, beats nothing. I agreed and let my friend come over. Getting naked wasn't so easy, allowing him on me was terrible, getting dick was overrated. Bottom line, not worth it.

    I had to give him oral sex, manipulate him manually. Work my clit and finger myself to get wet enough before 'receiving' him. I did all the work, he got the pleasure. Not to mention, get him a beer and chips beforehand, go out with him. He took me to a strip joint for me to learn how to arouse him with his own private table dance. Soon enough I was fixing dinner, going to his apartment to straighten up, do his laundry.

    Friends with benefits is totally a man thing, they get sex and all the benefits, and we get all the duties. Not even a ring to show for it. I'd quit, but he threw a tantrum.

    Submissive In And Out Of Bedroom

    I have always been sexually submissive. I enjoy pleasing my husband in the bedroom…whatever it takes. And i do mean whatever. We have wonderful sex….he takes me and gives me the hard penetration I need and want while he gets to take out his built up male need on my soft, sweet, wet feminine pussy.

    I’ve always done the housework as my husband works outside the home and I do not. That’s fine with me even though these tasks have always been sort of mundane. But lately I have changed my perspective on doing these household tasks. For me they have become part of my sexual submission to my husband. I happily (and heatedly) do laundry, knowing I am doing it for him. Sometimes my feeling of submission makes me horny and I slip a hand into my panties to get myself off as I labor for him. Or cleaning the bathroom I ended up mounting a suction cup dildo in the tub and riding it hard.

    I explained to my husband that I view my domestic chores as sexual submission to him. He laughed but over time has come to realize I’m serious. He came up behind me doing laundry and bent me over the washer while it was on spin. I was getting railed hard from behind and being vibrated by the washer at the same time. He saw me cleaning the toilet and sort of mocked me, saying I need to clean that for him. When I was done he made me go down on his asshole and then fucked me harder than ever before. I love submission. It’s so much more than a bedroom activity.

    A Diverse Opinion As To Women's Virtuous Obedience

    At work I have a workmate. She is a strong Christian. Among other things she believes a woman's virtue is obedience. We have arguments about obedience, I hold God is perfect, I have no problem with obeying God's commandment, but man is imperfect, and subject to error. Ergo, obedience to man is obedience to error. My friend holds that man is God's masterpiece, woman his companion, ergo woman's obedience to man, is obedience to God's masterpiece.

    We go round and round about it, is a woman foolish for obeying an imperfect man, or is she right to obey God's masterpiece?

    We want to hear women's opinions, as men are imperfect, whereas women are the 'perfect' as men's companion.

  • Horny After Pregnancy

    My wife was super horny during and just after she gave birth to my first child my daughter. She's stayed in the hospital 2 days literally the next day after she gave birth she was in the bathroom sucking my hard cock swallow my load.... second child, my son.... nothing what a bummer.