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.

Even Me Knows That You Do Not Mess Around On Your Man

Why is it that after a man fucks you he goes Tarzan on you? I'm not promiscuous, but my man would never tolerate any form of cheating. I knew that the moment he looked at me after the first time he fucked me.

  • Choosing Housewife Over Workwife

    At work a discussion started around the break table. What if we decided to become housewives?

    The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it. Why not? I talked to my husband, if my mother was a housewife I could too. Savings were obvious, maid service, I could make my clothes, home cooking saves going out, housewife clothes are cheaper than work clothes. The balance between my take home and savings we could surely manage.

    When I resigned my job I took my accrued vacation and bought housewife clothes, dresses, tops, shorts, and as a treat for my husband, crotchless panties. Our sex life went through the roof. He really liked my crotchless panties.

    I reported back to my former coworkers, the sex alone was worth not working. Freshly showered, housewife dress, no panties, waiting for him to walk in the door. High heels like June Cleaver. Lift that dress up, flash him some freshly groomed pussy, lay back on the bed 'come and get it'.

    It's been seven years for me, he planted and harvested two young ones, he compares everything to home cooking, loves dresses, no jeans to fool with. Financially it has been a struggle. Still in a rental, but I'm not going back into an office. I love being a housewife.

    I Have Bisex Syndrome, In Love With A Woman, On A Man's Leash

    Over the later years in high school and furring college I experimented exclusively with other women. I never had a soul to soul relationship. I was open to one night stands, and sex for money.

    Along comes Joe, as asshole toxic male. Takes me into a bedroom at a party and I walk out pregnant. After soul searching, and a hard talk with a friend if mine, I elected to suck up my bad luck and get married. I fell in love for the first time with my new baby, a beautiful bouncing boy. I could not hide my affections. I could not wait to get pregnant again. I happily spread my legs and my husband told me that's how he liked it. I didn't tell him I was getting pregnant.

    The long and short is I had four children in five years. I was diagnosed with a dependency syndrome. I needed a strong toxic man to own me and getting pregnant for him was my way of proving my submission to him. Funk you!, but that's what the therapist told me.

    I have a complicated sexual personality. I focus on women for sexual gratification, become submissive in a toxic man's possession, transfer love for a male to my children. What the fuck? So I kiss a girl and get aroused, kneel and suck off my husband, and then cuddle up with my baby? That's my 'problem'?

    Either way, I have four children and got my tubes tied. I spoil my children and obey my husband. I am currently playing sex games with a woman from my childhood. At least I know she loves me, and she tolerates my toxic husband. If, and I really truly don't know, I 'love' someone, it's her. My husband fills my need for an authority figure. I am one of those women who needs to belong to a man who keeps me on a short leash. And yank my leash to get my attention.

  • Wild Club Night

    I was a freshman in college dating a guy who had a roommate who was constantly dating. Nico was a nice guy, handsome and always doing his own thing. Occasionally, a couple girls would stumble out of his room. My bf at the time was very studious, usually attending to his coursework. Nico would flirt with me occasionally while my bf would study. The attention was flattering but we kept our distance despite some sexual innuendos. He was very vocal about my figure, proud of my bf for pulling someone “out of his league”. I didn’t understand why he flirted with me when he was constantly banging a new girl every week. I knew he just wanted casual hookups.

    On a weekend night me and my girlfriends decided to hit up a couple of clubs. We were tipsy and wanted to dance. I told my bf I would be back late and wanted him to stay up late so we could make love. I was thinking about him all day, he had been working so hard I wanted to him to touch me. I was on the dance floor, when a seemingly average guy decided to take my hand. I quickly noticed he was drunk, his mouth smelled like vodka. I was quickly turned off and decided to walk away when he was grabbing my ass. He started to follow me, attempting to grab my hand. Somehow Nico is at the same club and I spot him. I feel relieved, if I can get his attention he can scare off this random. Nico is making out with a chick, both of them are locking lips. Her hands on her waist, and hers around his neck. I interrupt calling his name. The girl looks confused, but I turn to Nico and shout take me home. Nico confused, yells what the fuck Bethany. The girl he was with storms off thinking I am his ex. Nico tries to call her back, but we are interrupted when the random stumbles between us and try’s to drag me back. I look at Nico and shout” Help me he keeps grabbing my ass”. His face changes, Nico gets between us and shoves the drunk guy into the crowd. I’m completely in shock, I feel my hand get yanked. Nico is pulling me through the crowd, his sheer strength was enough to make me wet. We make it outside, he is upset. You cost me a hot girl tonight Bethany thanks. You like going to clubs getting touched by strangers? Nico are you going to punish me or something? I needed help- Don’t say anything Bethany you owe me tonight. He takes my hand again, we make it to his truck. There is an intense heat between my legs, I’m soaking thinking about what just happened. Nico, notices my skirt had risen up as he opens the door. He bends me over the side of his truck, I feel his hand grab my ass, it sends a tingle up my spine when I feel my pussy stretched. Holy shit Bethany you are fucking wet, you do like being touched by strangers. You need to be fucked soon, I’m taking you back to your bf. I can’t believe it, Nico doesn’t realize I’m wet because of him. My mind starts racing, I start to notice his nice arm muscles. Wondering about the bulge in his pants makes me want to touch myself. We are sitting in the car idling while he’s calling my bf but he doesn’t answer. All I can think about is touching Nico. He puts it down, it’s my lucky day I guess come here Bethany. Without hesitation his cock comes out and it gets shoved in my mouth. He starts driving home moaning and fingering me through out the ride. Finally we get to campus, Nico starts banging my throat in the parking lot. His hard cock is tough to throat. He comes in my mouth and forces me to swallow. We walk to his dorm, a couple of girls look at me in disbelief. They know what my mouth had been through. I feel like a slut, but it turns me on knowing I just had his cock in my mouth. I’m still soaking wet, irritated that Nico didn’t shove his cock in my pussy. He tells me to stay out while he checks on my bf. A few seconds later he comes out and starts making out with me. Your bf is asleep and you still need to get fucked. Yes I do is all I can whisper. He spins my body around hikes up my skirt and enters me. It felt so good, I was so drenched his cock entered me so well. Your pussy is the best pussy I’ve had holy shit Beth. A security guard sneaks up on us. We had been fucking outside for a good amount of time. Nico talks to the security guard, I’m so out of it I’m not even sure if he came. Nico comes back and pins me up against the wall again. The security guard looks at us, he looks like a young man in his 20s. Nico it hurts, come inside me already I request and I can’t believe I’m saying it. My cervix starts to feel full again, I’m getting fucked in front of a random guy. After a few minutes he shoots his cum in me. My legs have been spread for so long I’m shaking. Wow, now go inside guys please, the security orders us. I’m dripping cum, as we walk inside. We make out before he leaves to his room. I have never had sex like that again. My bf and I are still together and he doesn’t know.

    A Mistake, Bad Luck, Left Me Sterile

    At twenty I was full of vim and vigor, outspoken, self assured, owned the world. Not quite.

    I tripped, fell and scr**ed my knee really bad. It got infected and turned bright red. My roommate took me to the ER. I was disoriented and passing out. I was in toxic shock.

    It was a coincidence, I had toxic shock from my tampon, which I hadn't changed because I didn't have another one handy. I was sick. Really sick. I was treated and left the hospital ten days later.

    I graduated on time, got a job, went to work, got married, and was never able to become pregnant. Nothing helped, implanted embryos were rejected.

    I'm forty, I really suffer because I was never able to have a baby of my own. Nieces, nephews, adoption, do not replace that I was never able to be a 'real' mother.

    For me 'adoptive mother' is not 'mother'.

  • Your Thoughts?

    I had a crush on my cousin when I was 12, I noticed he knew i likes him, he was 21. We played together and i always pressed my boobs on him when given the chance along other things. But i never admitted i wanted more. Now im older and know it was wrong, but regret going forward even if its wrong.

    Am i alone in this? Has anyone gone through with an older family member when they were young and not regretted it?

    I Am WOMAN, And I Please My Man And Do All The Cooking

    Men are men and women are women. That's finite, it's not an exaggeration.

    As the woman in the equation, I have had to bend to the will of a man all my life. First my father, then my older brother when I was his 'maid' in college, and now to my husband. I don't mind. I like keeping house, and doing all the cooking.

    I find it sad that many of my women friends are having a hard time finding a 'man' to be the man to them. I don't put it past the fact that they are really not being the 'woman' to the man, and are turning men off. Why else are men going for Latinas and Asians. Because they know that a man needs a woman to please him.

    When you turn thirty five and you are still a bridesmaid, ask yourself one question.

    Am I a woman? Or, am I masculinized and hang around feminized men? That formula will never hold water.

    A man wants a woman and woman wants a man, and both bring their territory with them. As the woman in the equation, pleasing a man is a small investment, to get a man who can support you and you can stay home and have children.

    Getting Used To A Thong

    I recently started wearing thongs because my bikini panties show horrible vpl when wearing scrubs at work.

    I’ve never worn thongs before this. I’ve only worn bikini or string bikini panties. So the thong fabric in my crack is so weird. It’s nice not flashing pantie lines all day to coworkers or patients but the thong is uncomfortable after a few hours

    It’s pretty obvious most women at work wear a thong. I told my mom over the weekend that I started wearing a thong to work and she said oh god that would be uncomfortable on a 12 hour shift

    So I’m just curious how long did it take you to get used to wearing a thong and why do you wear them?

    Coming To Terms With It, I Am Not Sand In The Wind

    Right after college, I have a degree in Social Services, I worked in Phoenix. A Navajo woman told me that in the old days women gave men their assholes to keep from getting pregnant. That didn't mean that men didn't fuck them and get them pregnant. It was their only way to keep a husband and not have kids when they didn't want to. Needless to say I was very taken by her story and had to check it out, and sure enough giving up your ass was and is a form of birth control.

    When I was 26 I went on a trip to Central America to bring birth control and information to poor women. My American attitudes and not being able to speak Spanish really hampered me, but mostly my frustration. Women wanted their men to fuck them, ass or vagina, whatever they wanted. Getting pregnant was bad luck, but not anything that kept them from letting the men r**e them. A man that didn't r**e his woman wasn't a man anyway, only 'maricones', queers, didn't r**e their women. My man is a 'cabron', a male ram, and when he fucks her she knows she's his woman. They never said wife, 'mujer'. I am his woman.

    I left more frustrated and went back to the Navajo woman and we talked. She told me 'you white women have it backwards'. A woman without a man is nothing, sand in the wind. I needed to find a man to fuck me. I said that I wasn't going to ever let a man fuck me. Then you are sand in the wind.

    I had my share of short term girlfriends and one day I ran into a man at the bar in a restaurant. He fucked me, r**ed me. I fought, but he overpowered me, and pulled my pants off and stuck his dirty dick in me. I was out and out r**e by any measure. But he owned me after that r**e. And r**ed me over and over and over until I voluntarily went to him and let him have sex with me. See, my Navajo friend told me, now you are his woman.

    I told him that if he was going to continue having sex with me 'like that' he should marry me and then he would own me and could do whatever he wanted with me. I was willing to cook and clean and if he wanted me pregnant, then so be it. But I needed closure, I was his woman, but I needed a ring and a signed marriage license. I needed the paper.

    I wasn't going to end up my life as sand in the wind. He married me, and I got pregnant and cooked and cleaned, and when he wanted sex he had sex. If I refused he would r**e me anyway, and I was his woman and he was a 'cabron'. I was his 'mujer'. I understood now what that meant, I didn't need to speak Spanish. I thought hard about giving him anal as a form of birth control, but I couldn't. I turned over on my back and offered him my vagina. I would rather have another baby.

    As a social worker I run into women of all sorts. The worst are alone and getting older. They haven't got the message. No man, no children, they are sand in the wind. My husband can r**e me all he wants. I am not sand in the wind. I'm his woman, and happen to also be his wife. I am his 'mujer' and he fucks me.

  • I'm A Natural Born Daddy's Girl

    I was 28. At the time I was wholly against marriage, against children. I am a small framed Hispanic, and I attract older men who want to hold me and protect me. But my father was anything but that. Abusive, forced me and my sister into having sex with him. My mother never objected, we were told to let him.

    I was working as a sales clerk in a museum g*ft store. An older man was looking around so I offered to help him. He told me I was very pretty, he had a daughter that looked like me. He asked me why I wasn't married (no wedding band), if I had children. He was very invasive, I went into my subconscious mode pleasing him, answering, thanking him for taking an interest in me. He told me where he was staying, and wanted me to come to his hotel when I got off work.

    I was nervous, but I couldn't control myself and went to the hotel. He met me in the lobby and took me to dinner. He then took me up to his room. He admired my hip structure, natural structure for carrying a baby. He liked my breasts and asked me to show them to him. I straddled his hips and let him love on my breasts as he held me by my rear end. He asked me if I felt him under me, meaning his erection. Then fully naked I straddled him and rode his erection while he kissed me and played with my breasts.

    I was fully aroused and wanted him to turn me onto my back and finish having sex with me. He was totally focused while I squirmed around under him, until he immobilized me and finished in me. I slept all night with him, only after breakfast leaving by cab to my apartment to change for work. After work I went to his hotel again, and spent the night with him.

    I moved to his city. He pays for my apartment and takes care of me. He is insistent on me getting pregnant. I work at a small company as an accounts payable clerk. He sees me often, he takes me out in public, his friends calls me his 'niece', that's the word they use for the girls they take care of.

    I wait, daydream when I'm alone, call him at midnight. I am seriously considering letting myself get pregnant, which he wants more than anything. It's the only way I can really please him. My personal g*ft to him. I want to present him with a new baby.

    I love him, he is not like my father. He holds me, rocks me, loves me. And he looks after me and makes sure he's providing for my future.