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.

Shocked, Scared, Angry And Disappointed

My daughter who jusst started the 6th grade in late August had been feeling tired for a few days then over the weekend she had nausea and threw up a couple of times.
I took her the our family doctor this morning and after he checked her and drew some blood he came to the exam room door asking me to step out to the hallway. The first words out of his mouth were “did you know your daughter was pregnant?” My first reaction was to tell him there must be a mistake because she hadn’t stated menstruating yet.
He quickly suggested I go back in the room and talk to her to see if there was anything she hadn’t told me.
I was shaking as I began asking her if there was anything she wanted to tell me but she looked puzzled so I bluntly told her the doctor thought she was pregnant. Then she said the same thing I did that she didn’t have periods yet.I then asked her if she’d done anything I should know about and she started crying.
She told me while visiting my brother and his wife in early August her older cousin had talked her into having sex while they were playing in the barn. He asked her if she had gotten her period yet and when she told him no he told her she couldn’t “have babies yet” so she let him have unprotected sex with her.
I immediately had so much anger towards him I would have killed him if he had been anywhere close that I could have gotten to him.
As soon as we were finished talking I went back out telling the doctor what she’d told me. He said she was between 7 and 8 weeks along so we needed to discuss things with everyone involved as to what route we wanted to take due to her age.
Her father and I are divorced so this isn’t going to set well with him. She is scared to death about being pregnant and I know my brother and his wife will be very upset and disappointed also.

  • Your Son

    To all you moms out there, just to let you know if you have a son or two. All they REALLY think about is having their hard cock between your breasts while you wear a nice tight bra. Their secret wish is to have you sit in his room cock between tits in Bra and lower your head and lick lick lick. That's what they REALLY want and dream of. Now you know!

    Serious Tips For Ladies!

    Here's a tip for the ladies with all due respect.
    Us men be it 19 or 59 there are things we really like but don't have the guts or nerve to say a word and we suffer for this.

    So next time your on amaz*n here's some things your husband or boyfriend REALLY likes.

    Black rubber bra pointy are best
    Milking bras are so hot too
    Tight black shiny hot pants
    Rubber gloves, yes we like these too
    We love spandex leotards and unitards
    Rubber stockings etc.

    As for g*fts for him...

    Vibrating cock ring, you would both enjoy this

    So there you go, whether you are 19 or 59 ladies get some gear and you'll see a massive difference.

    By the way, guys love wanking to tits, yes we really do so may I suggest a pointy black rubber bra and have him wank silly to it? Or maybe a milking bra that can be opened at anytime ready for them to be wanked to? And for you ladies have him masterbate you a lot.

    Stop being so boring with sex lol Enjoy creativity!

    Respect to all ladies!

  • I Never Planned Or Expected To Be Here Like This

    It's never one decision, it's always earlier decisions, with the last one that breaks the camel's back. My early decisions include student loans, credit card debt, a car I couldn't afford. Then the 'wrong' decision, I cosigned a loan with a friend for a business she had no idea how to run. I mean the balls to say no.

    The business failed, she declared bankruptcy, I couldn't deliver, I was forced into bankruptcy. I lost everything, I was out on the street. That's why he offered me a place to stay, until I could get back on my feet. The days and weeks and months went by. As long as I was running the house, I could stay. One day he was insistent on me giving him sex, which I did. Overnight, I went from maid to wife. His insistent on sex scared me into believing I was going to get pregnant.

    That's why I got married, so here I am, married and pregnant. Still have my old job of running the house. My husband is working out my student debt, that never goes away. My other debts consolidated into one loan, for a percent of the whole amount. My husband pays that debt as well. The IRS is also negotiated, my former partner hadn't filed payroll or income taxes.

    I know I owe him, more than I can repay.

    I Can’t Believe I Did It. Now I’m Scared

    Last weekend was our high school homecoming. A guy two years older than me that I’ve had a crush on since school started invited me to the dance.
    He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner before the dance then after the dance we parked at a spot that kids from our school hang out.
    I’d never parked with a guy before so we kissed for a while getting more serious as the time passed. Then he started his hand up my
    dress. I didn’t stop him so he quickly put his fingers in me.
    The more we did the more confused and excited I got not knowing how to stop and I let him have sex with me.
    We didn’t use protection and when I got home my panties were such a mess I flushed them so my mom wouldn’t find them when doing laundry.
    I’m so scared I’ll get pregnant because he really done a lot and when he did it inside me I shook all over.
    My period doesn’t come for another eight days so I’m a nervous wreck.

  • I Once Sucked Off A Coach

    My daughter was playing softball at the time. And we all know how moms will do anything for their kids

    I caught the coach after practice one day. We were talking.

    I ended up getting on my knees in a restroom stall and pulled his dick out of his pants to give him a bj. I love to suck so it didn’t bother me

    I swallowed his load and he just said okay to what we discussed.

    A couple weeks later I sucked him again. Very nice hairy dick he had

    I Can't Believe That I've Been Married For 40 Years And Have 5 Kids

    One night was slow and by nine I only had one customer. We talked and I told him I was closing early. He told me that he lived close to my neighborhood and he wasn't looking forward to riding the bus because it was raining. I told him I would give him a lift. That's the one minute story.

    When we got to his place he told me he wanted me to come in with him. I wasn't interested, not that he begged, but I gave in. I hadn't had any for a while, and I needed some and right then it seemed like a good idea. He showed me around, it was one bedroom duplex set up, and before I could really get my bearings I was on the bed and he was on top of me. He got off enough to be able to screw me.

    I got up and dressed myself and he told me to get undressed and get in bed and spend the night with him. I was not going to do that, but again, he wasn't begging, he was insistent and he got my clothes off and back in bed, and back on top of me. His second service was much more normal and he finished completely. Now I lay there, staring at the ceiling. While he was snoring.

    What had I done. I didn't even know his last name. After a while I got up to get dressed and leave and he again held me back and got me back into bed with him. I gave in and fell asleep.

    When I am asked how did I meet him, I don't ever go into how easy it was for him to get me in bed with him. Or that I didn't know him, or his last name, or what he did for a living. Within a week I was living with him, and he had gotten his car out of the shop. He wanted a full time full on girlfriend, with all the fringe benefits. He didn't want me working as a bar maid. What he wanted was the story book housewife, home girlfriend. Six weeks later he told me that I should plan on getting married and to go and make the arrangements. We got married six weeks after that.

    We just celebrated our fortieth anniversary. He got five kids out of me, and I stayed home as a housewife.

    I Am What Is Called A Common Law Wife, With A Child By Him

    I have a ten year old daughter, I have a part time job, always home when my daughter is home from school. I'm a careful mother.

    I got my daughter in a negotiation. At least to me I remember it as a negotiation. I worked for this man, closely, and he asked me to stay late with him to finish this package that had to be out by courier the next morning. It was a lot of work and we finished around midnight, all signed, sealed for delivery. I picked up the conference room, and was in kitchen washing the mugs and dishes, and he walked in and shoved me against the sink, with his hand on my tits.

    He leaned in on me and said he wanted my pussy. Then he corrected himself and said he wanted me to offer him my pussy. I told him that I didn't swing that way. He replied that giving up my pussy wasn't optional. I was already feeling a bit uneasy, he was more than just groping my tits, and he had me pressed hard against the kitchen counter, pushing my forcing my clit up and down as he humped on me. It came out without thinking, I would only give him my pussy if he gave me a baby.

    He said "deal", and let me turn around into his arms. I kept my hands on his chest to push him away from me and I followed up with that he had to support me, I couldn't support a baby on my own. He said I was getting another bite at the apple, but okay, he would support me but there were going to have to be conditions.

    We left the office and went to my apartment, my roommate was sleeping and he took his prize without further asking. He didn't even take my shirt off until after he had finished. We sat around, wrapped in the sheets as we discussed my cycle. He wanted an immediate result, he wasn't going to play footsie. I told him that there was more than a good chance that right then I could get pregnant. He told me that we had to have a follow up to ensure that I had enough in me.

    Talking about babies, pregnancies, and what happens with other women, is nothing like when you're looking into the eyes of the man that's getting you pregnant. I say he succeeded in getting me pregnant. My life was changed forever.

    He made me sign a support agreement, this happened over the following weeks after I was confirmed pregnant. It had provisions, one that I would stay home and breast feed, and not go to work again until the 'child' was in first grade. He would provide adequate housing, and a stipend for living expenses. A car, schooling, vacations, a good mother bonus. We agreed that if it was a boy he could choose the name, if it was a girl, it was my choice. I worked until I delivered.

    I have a girl, and I named her Marie. The house I live in is very adequate for the two of us, and I work part time with him, but I am first charged with caring for her. He is her Daddy, he is very involved with her. She knows he is her Daddy and she had older siblings. I have had a couple of intense crushes, but I feel guilty and I have not followed up with them. He continues to get my pussy. And everything else with it.

    We don't use baby daddy or baby momma. It is always father or Daddy and mother or Mommy. I can't really remember what exactly the support agreement says, when he says he takes care of me and his daughter, he is takes care of us. He started a 529 as soon as she was born, and he has a fully funded 401K for me (I never stopped being an employee). I have never lacked for money.

    So, the second byte of the apple was necessary to ensure our future. But the price to pay, was giving him me, along with my pussy.

    P.S. Once my daughter was in day school, I started using his name, same as my daughters, and her teachers call me Mrs.

    Advice For Becoming A Kept Woman

    I decided to write this to help educate young women looking for a maintenance relationship with a man. I suppose it could also apply to young lesbian women with older lesbian women, but that's not within my orbit.

    Older men like young women. And, young women like older men who can father them and support them. It's not the sex. It's the control. To keep, lets use that word 'keep', a young woman that a man supports. She is a 'kept' woman. He pays, she plays.

    My experience, yes I'm a 'kept' woman, is that your maintenance agreement comes with a leash. You are not allowed off the leash. A kept woman exists to please him. Are you a pleaser? Do you 'love' him? How long will you live on his leash? If you break the terms of the maintenance agreement you get nothing, except the memories.

    OK, enough, I am not your mother, more like your older sister.

  • Being His Perfect Sugar Baby

    I grew up with a single mother. She blamed everything on my father, although he was out of our lives before I was two. He paid child support and he enrolled me on his insurance. His wife sent me birthday cards and a g*ft, invited me to spend summer vacation with them. My mother often interfered. It wasn't until I was in high school that a friend pointed out my mother was a lesbian.

    I was blind, but it was true, and she is a mean lesbian. She was, and is, a man hater.

    My high school counselor helped me apply for scholarships. I got a full needs based scholarship to a Baptist University. My mother forced me to reject it, 'who do you think you are?' and 'I didn't raise you to become a Jesus freak'. My future was ruined, I took a few hours at the Community College.

    A woman teacher asked me why I was there and not in real college. I broke down, literally, crying uncontrollably, told her how my mother forced me to reject my scholarship. She told me 'honey, you need a sugar daddy'. I learned that she was a paralegal, a lesbian, and a volunteer addict. She drafted me into volunteering with troubled teenagers, girls. She was all about staying virgin, 'it's all you have to sell, don't give it away'. She forced me to admit I'd never gone all the way. Now she could introduce me to a sugar daddy.

    He was a partner in the law firm, had a deep need to save girls, and a deeper need for the girl's virginity. She got him to pay for real college. She protected my virginity. I did well enough and scored well enough on the LSAT to get accepted to law school. I was the only virgin there, but if I lost my virginity I lost my sponsor. I squeezed my legs together, I suffered from virginity anxiety.

    After law school I had a place reserved for me. My sugar daddy ran interference for me, I specialized in intellectual property, IP, law. My mentor, suggested we go to a girls weekend. And we got a full Brazilian, if that didn't get his dick hard, I needed to find a hard ass to fuck me. I was already a lawyer.

    I changed firms, I met a hard ass, he never asked me if I was virgin, fucked my bald pussy.

    He's my current sugar daddy, pays the bills, and gave me a new RDX for my birthday. He keeps me in his love nest, his favorite cigars, whiskey, and panties for me. He's a hard ass about me, keeps my pussy busy. I'm into being his sugar baby, I'm cooking hot meals for him.

    My mentor and I are regulars at the women's only Brazilian spa, surrounded by bald pussy,