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- Women Only -
Bi-Sexual Female / 22

Horrible Year With No End In Sight

I've had a long fucking year already. Health issues, family issues, work issues, financial issues. It never seems to stop and today was no better.

I got off work like an hour ago and I'm just sitting in my car fucking miserable trying not to cry. I worked a 12 hour shift for shit pay to barely pay for a shit apartment with one coworker who treats me like shit because I was mean to him in school and another who hates me because she's not the only girl there now or some shit.

And the worst part is despite all that I'm just super fucking horny and yet I'm single. All I want is to have someone, preferably a guy about twice my size hold me down and fucking ruin me. Just destroy my pussy for a few hours until I'm not even capable of thinking about all this bullshit or stressing about work.

It doesn't even have to be a guy, a girl with a really thick toy would still make me happy. So long as someone can take charge, make me cum until I break and make the sex hurt just right I want it. I'm seriously at the point of just going to a bar and hoping some random guy fits my needs but I know he won't.

I just wanna stop thinking and cum and shut up all this noise in my head. Rubbing myself just doesn't do it enough. I don't even care which hole you wanna use just fuck me and let me stop thinking.

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# 76833 - by SadHornyAndFrustrated / February 13, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    Some Men Like Rubenesque Girls, Believe Me

    I went through emotional hell and it affected my state of mind and my health. I was literally thrown out of my living space by my partner without notice, locks changed and my belongings in trash bags on the ground outside the complex. On foot, I lost one of the bags while trying to board a bus, and the other bag was stolen when I fell asleep in a hall way of another building.

    I was broke, homeless and hurt. I wandered around and a 'friend' gave me refuge for a couple of days and I had to call my parents and ask for help. I went home, became a chain smoker, was depressed and could not hold onto a job, I lost weight until I was so skinny I could count the ribs on my chest, no amount of outside help did anything for me.

    A man came along, brought by mother, who offered me help, only if I wanted to help myself. Stand on my feet, and get my life again. It was the proverbial 'tough love', my parents threw me out and I had to go to this man's place. I later found out that my parents were paying him.

    He put me to 'work', forced labor doing dishes, laundry, and all the other menial chores around the house. I slept in a garage apartment with a small bathroom and spent the days chopping wood. I blistered my hands with a mop. I cut my finger learning how to cut vegetables. I learned there is something about folding a towel inside out. I heard his voice and my insides curled. He took to whistling at me. I was given a set of clothes, a uniform to wear and I was his 'maid' to any nosy neighbor.

    In case you are asking yourself, did he fuck me? Yes but not till later. I got to the point that I had gained twenty pounds and I was able to hold down a part time job. Nothing great, I was working as a clerk at a small store. I gained another twenty pounds before I started working out. He told me he liked me chubby like that, some meat on the bone, something to put his arms around and hold down. Nice hip structure to take the pounding, that sort of thing. Oh, and nice boobs.

    I had by then transferred all my belonging to him. You can become a 'slave' to your feelings. I could not understand why he didn't want me physically. I went as far as asking him, 'why don't you want me'. He would answer 'when you are old enough you will understand'. Shit I was 25, how much older did I have to get, didn't he like me chubby.

    I got pounded, and took the pounding quite well. He told me 'you are now ready to come to my bed'. Man I could take a pounding, I was proud of myself. My tits jiggled when he was pounding me and I had to keep a laugh from getting out. I loved watching my tits jiggle under him. Shit I was crawling over him, with his erection under me, leaning my tits into his face, before settling onto his erection and running it all the way in. I had orgasms, some triggered intentionally, but many just came on. I had discovered my clit in a way I had never before. I even went so far as using an old clothes pin I found on my clit. I never told him that one.

    I had entered the second stage of recovery, wonton sexual feelings, that could not be put down. I threw myself at him, I cooked hot meals, I cleaned up. I wanted him to see how much I wanted to the woman he described to me. For months I had sex as often as I could, and it wasn't beneath me to adopt certain submissive behaviors. I laughed at myself, being silly like that. To me, I was in love. To him I was one other girl who needed to be serviced to bring her back to life.

    He was recommended to my parents by a friend whose daughter had gone off the rails while studying abroad. It angered me that he had had sex with her. And angered me even more at the thought that he was going to have another girl to train. Didn't I have the hips he wanted, to take a pounding (what had he said, baby making hips, what about that). I let my tits jiggle in his face, showed him my big baby making ass, I served him with pleasure.

    I was back, I had a full time job and I got a promotion. Leaving him was out of the question. It's my parents fault giving me to him like that. I like my tits and big ass and my thighs and I like him looking at me like that. I was always chubby, Rubenesque. He likes that.

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    # 76829 - by Anita / February 13, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 30

    I Was For A Time A Gold Star Lesbian, Now I'm Not

    I have a high threshold for confrontation. I can and do argue a lot. I like to get my way, even when that means that the other side just shuts up. I've been like this since I was little. In my family I am described as bossy and a pain in the ass. Why am I this way? I've been to so called therapists and I get a lot of mumbo jumbo. I don't really think therapists are anything more than old fashioned snake oil salesman or women. What they sell does not work, but they love to have you keep coming as long as you continue to pay. Off my soapbox now.

    My grandmother told me several times that one day I was going to meet the man that would put me in my place and keep me there so I had better learn the basics of running a house. If I was lucky that man would take care of me, meaning knock me up, so I had better learn the basics of child care and rearing because that is a tough job and men don't help.

    Well my last laugh at grandma was when I grew up to become a lesbian. Ha Ha.

    I am sailing through my lesbian life, with two significant relationships in my past, I'm about to turn 29, I have a job in the coveted HR for Lesbians. I have my certificates and my masters degree. Who can touch me now?

    I got rolled over by a man. Not nice, not asked for, not wanted, but rolled over nevertheless. A much bigger human being than me, he held me down with one hand on my chest, an inch from my throat and told me to get my pants off. I spat at him, and I got a slap. Under his stare I removed my pants. Fuck me asshole I yelled at him. He did. What I had never thought about was that when a man fucks you, it's not only your vagina he is fucking, he is fucking 'you'. And the 'you' is what you have no defenses for. Why else would you get up and search for your panties to cover yourself up, when he had just fucked you.

    A man does not only fuck you once, he continues to fuck you, both your vagina and 'you'. Fuck you until you are the one bringing him a cold glass of water after the fuck. It's you that is waiting for his next commands. It's you that goes back to his side knowing that he can and probably will fuck you again. Never in any of my relationships had this happened to me. The need for him to want to fuck me was strong, I hurt inside when he bypassed fucking me and sent me out to get some Chinese food while he watched tv. If you don't like football, you had better learn. That one my grandmother never told me.

    I never used any form of protection. None. I knew full well what was going to happen to me and I went to him anyway. I convinced myself it was some inner drive I didn't understand, why else was I behaving like that. Intentionally giving myself up to fuck. I learned or imagined how much he shot into me when he came inside. That was a good one, he really loaded me up that time. But give me more, fill me up one more time. I secretly read articles of how to become pregnant, what were the signs, how to know when you were most fertile. But the months went by and I faced disappointment one more time. Was there something wrong with me? Him?

    I confirmed with my doctor I was fertile, in that I ovulated and released an egg into my womb. She told me, you have to relax, you are hurting your chances trying too hard. Lay back, enjoy it and one day the miracle will happen. Have you thought about giving your man a good time. Give him oral sex, bring your libido up, dance naked for him, bend over in that oh my he got a look at my snatch. You have to get into that place, when your body is ready to receive his sperm.

    God, please forgive me for what I am about to do. I got on my knees between his legs while he was watching 'the game' and sucked him until he had to pay attention to me. I caught it in my mouth and showed him a mouth full and slowly swallowed it down. It got him off the couch and ran to the room without my panties on, he caught me, forced me face down, and stuck his dick right in me, wham bam. I'm pregnant now.

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    # 76826 - by Sage / February 13, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 21

    Advice For Cum Removal

    Recently I have been letting my boyfriend cum on my face more often strictly and only because it’s like his favourite thing when I give him head or have sex I let him finish there. But what I need is advice from some other ladies out there about how to get a mall that sticky jizz off my face. That shit is like cement and just when I thought I got it all I feel it stuck somewhere else or I just didn’t get it all?? Cum is like an all natural human body made glue it’s insane. Anyways I need so advice or just better ways to get this stuff cleaned up off me.

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    # 76780 - by Ellie / February 11, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 72

    The Emergency Called For Different Times

    We were pretty well to do when my father had a stroke and was left totally disabled. Our mother tried to make ends meet but we slipped further and further into poverty. My father died from neglect and lack of resources, my mother became mentally unstable. We were broken up and placed in foster care. I was placed with an older couple. Nice but they only did it for the money. What I was given was nothing, they kept the money for themselves.

    I learned bookkeeping from my first job, and was working for a company with low pay because I was not degreed. A man took a liking to me because I was young. He made every excuse for me to be in front of him. When I went to his office I stood, he would look at me.

    One day I was called to present myself to the Director of Office Management. She told me to sit and wait, and the man came in. I was given some exams to complete, exams like I had never seen. A few weeks later the Director called me again. The results of the exams were in.

    I was given a different job, and sent to schooling. Every week I was sent to that man. After my schooling was completed I was assigned to another job, then another, and another, from one end of the company to another. And every week I was sent to the man.

    I was by then assigned to a job with great responsibility for sensitive information. I had been advanced, one title labeled Secretary, another Special Assistant to the Executive Department. And every week I met with the man.

    One day I went to work, I was called to a meeting, I went to a room with other men and I was the only woman there. I was asked questions and opinions. When the meeting ended I was called to see the man. And so it went, different meetings, different opinions, my title was secretary, my other title continued to change. And the salary changed until I earned more than my father ever did.

    When the man told me he was retiring he asked me, will you come? I was well instructed to understand. I went with him.

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    # 76741 - by Moira / February 10, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 61

    Yes I'm Crazy, But I'm Not. I Am Blessed, Not Burdened.

    I am 61 years old now. Back when I was 37, with no kids of my own, my husband got a girl pregnant in his office. She was 22 at the time, very conservative religious girl, who lived in what to me appeared to be an psychologically abusive environment. She was living with an aunt, twice removed, in a small apartment. This aunt was a born again lesbian, and surrounded herself with very unsavory souls. He found her, those were his words, and took her under his wing. She followed like a lost duckling and he took her home after work one evening when the aunt wasn't home and took full advantage of her.

    She clung to him after that night. As she came to realize she was pregnant, her aunt insisted on terminating the pregnancy and that is when she ran away to a coworker's couch and that coworker is the one that informed my husband. My husband turned the 'problem' over to me. That is when I found out.

    I did the Christian thing, love her in spite of the circumstances. She needed a loving home to care for her unborn child and a loving home to bring the child into this world. If ever I was called to act, and not react, it was then. I brought her into our home, for my husband to be her father figure, and if he so desired to be her husband figure as well. When she was cuddled up with him it always brought a smile to my face, she had found a home with a loving man to look after her. She was so affectionate towards him, so in love with her child developing inside of her, I could not resist falling in love with her myself. By the time I was in love with her I wanted her to be in love with him and for him to love her back just as much. I got so much pleasure when they coupled together.

    With the birth of the child, we stood by her and offered to adopt the child into our family to ensure its wellbeing. Or, we would just adopt her into our family and that way we could ensure her wellbeing. As soon as she was able my husband coupled with her again and she became pregnant with second child soon after the first was born. She would have Irish twins, if I counted correctly. I loved her then ten times more. She was there to bring life into our home. A baby in arms and another one on the way, my heart sang for her.

    She responded in our home, over the following years she had two more children, filling our home with the sounds that had not been there. I considered her both a younger sister or a daughter and loved to see how my husband loved her too. The more they coupled the better as far as I was concerned. She needed to keep herself for him and never wander.

    So I come back to the fact that now I am 61, my husband is 70 and she is in her mid forties, with four children, the two older children in college and younger two at home. Now I feel like their grandmother, I spoil them no end. As to her, I love her today in ways I never knew love could go. She is a grown woman, she stayed home with the children until they were in school before looking for work outside the home. We never needed her to work, but I understood the need for her mental health, an environment where a crazy lady didn't rule.

    I see her tend to my husband, so soft, so tender. He is so young for his age because of her. If ever there was a time that I doubted him, I hold back those tears. He brought me this woman, and she brought love into our empty home.

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    # 76710 - by Elly / February 9, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    Respecting A Man's Privacy

    In my immediate post college period I fell in with a gym rat from work. She really did have six pack abs, body builder physique. She wasn't show oriented but very much for her own self esteem and liked me complimenting her. We talked a lot about guys and all their problems. The hierarchy problem, the toxic manipulation, the finger in your face, etc. But what we talked about most were our sexual fantasies, which violated our views on guy behavior. We agreed we wanted a 'man' not a 'pussy'.

    One day, after I had been in the gym for over a year a man crossed paths with me. He had this thing about him, he did talk down to me, explaining the unexplainable. He did expect my undivided attention, and when in a multi person setting for me to have his back and pick up after him. I got a lot about the manwomen who he rejected, he how he wanted a womanwoman. But in spite of his words he liked my physique, as I continued to perfect my body builder look.

    I got for Valentines from him, a box of chocolates, red roses, and red lace panties. I was taken aback, really? Panties, wasn't that forward? A ring came afterwards, at dinner. Now what do I do? My friend texted TAKE IT! The morning after I don't really know if he was disappointed.

    Time rolled on, a week, a month, the wedding day came and went and I was doing the dishes. My friend was there and asked me, 'how is it?' Well, I thought I should be honest. He's bossy, he wants things, he wants order. He likes feminine underwear, not comfortable. He talks louder when I don't listen to him. He 'owns' the remote.

    'What about sex?' she asked me. Now I was caught in a corner, one thing is fantasy, the other intimacy. I became uncomfortable, embarrassed. I could not talk about it. I felt I was betraying him. She listened, said something about ok, hope you like it, whatever he's doing to you. And we left the conversation.

    And that's the rub isn't it? What a man does with his wife is his business. A wife can't betray him. That I think is the difference between 'sex' and 'intimacy'. What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, including the red lace panties.

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    # 76687 - by Susan / February 8, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 33

    Born The Same Day, Friends Forever

    First I have a friend from birth. Our mothers gave birth a couple of hours apart, and they became friends and that's how we've grown up. We went to Europe together after high school, with a group. Then off to college.

    While there I met a guy who was insistent, took no prisoners, had only one thing on his mind. I escaped into the bathroom and called my friend to have her come get me. She answered 'open your legs and welcome him in' followed by 'I wish I were with you right now'. That's how it began, having sex together with random guys.

    After college we played tag, one of us was the bait, got picked up, both of us had sex with him. We were 'careful' but always understood, it was risky. Then, without a plan, her boss took her home one night. A 48 year old married man. Caught by a hunter, a man, with her smell in his nose he wasn't going to back off. 'Open your legs and welcome him in'. She wished I was there with her that night.

    Trapped, caught, his prey he kept her away from any other man. Only he pumped her belly full. Without access to her pi!!s she ended up the way he wanted her, pregnant with child. Unlike other men, he had no interest in me, not alone, not together, he wanted her, and all for himself.

    And so it began, trapped her in the next phase in life.

    I wandered through the wilderness alone, with no desire for a man. One day I would fall headfirst between the legs of a woman, the next on my back with some nobody pumping himself in me. My day came, I was in Thailand, with a friend. While she scoped out the wanderers I scoped her out. But all I could think of was 'her'.

    The male on the hunt saw me, came close, filled his nostrils with my smell. He separated me from the others, took me on the wing. Day in and day out he kept me beside him, up close and personal. When I thought I was breaking free, back again on my back. Until my mind could think of nothing else than him, I opened my legs and welcomed him in.

    Today, we walk in the park, her nine year old boy on the monkey bars, my five year old girl chasing butterflies, we are both expecting together, and if we have it right, we'll be side by side, delivering our two the same day. And so we will make it happen again, two girls, two mothers, same birthday. And they will grow up, closer than sisters, would ever be.

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    # 76674 - by Shelly and Kelly / February 7, 2025
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 48

    Work Wife, Other Woman, Lover, Business Partner

    Being the other woman has put me in the position of babysitting when her kids were young, nursing wife after hysterectomy, traveling across country accompanying daughter to look at a college she wanted to attend, supplanting wife on the board of the family foundation, Home Secretary, overnight vigil after husband back surgery, confidant and part time mother to daughter during teen anxiety.

    Along the way I picked up a couple of hatchlings of my own, soon college age, bought a house with a generous bonus, been hither and yon, cross country, foreign capitals, certified as a CPA, joined the executive committee at the company, partnered by award in family business.

    25 years and going.

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    # 76617 - by Sandra / February 5, 2025
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 42

    New Identity

    Hard working Asian parents demand the world from their children. I was an only child, with high expectations. School gave me hope, my relationship with my mother was superficial, my father hardly there. I took on running, track and field was my escape from my life. My best friend’s father, our neighbor was an ex athlete, single and thriving after his divorce. After sending his daughter off to a private state school we bonded. He was the only man my mother could tolerate, and the only reason I enjoyed living at home. That’s why when I moved to college he was there and no other man, not even my boyfriend. Moving into my dorm had stressed my mother out, she berated me with the typical work hard don’t disappoint speech. I think that’s when it hit us both. We knew once the day was over my life would be different and he would be without me. What came next was a surprise, a bouquet of flowers he presented to me in front of my mother with a note he tucked away from my mother’s sight. Your daughter’s first going away present. I was flushed when embraced by his hug. Read the note when we leave he whispered. My mothers gaze confused me, I suspected jealousy. The note read: I will miss you, will you miss me? I texted him one word- yes, waited for a response. An hour later he was back with a bottle of wine, sweeping me off my feet. Let’s celebrate the right way was the only thing he said before exploring my body with his mouth. He took all of me slowly, exhausting every part of my body. We collapsed for a break then broke our thirst with wine. I had never been naked around him but that day it felt like we met naked. That’s when I realized he was huge and I was soaking wet. We laugh over our missed calls, he challenged. No calls missed no matter how inconvenient.

    We continued seeing each other, month after month. My mother passed away a year later, I got my first job but my father wanted to move back home after the funeral. He was devastated, sold our home to start new. I stayed, my real home was next door. We eloped originally to see how anyone would react. Then we realized nothing was in our way, pregnancy was the next step. Things complicated more so when his daughter asked to move back in to finish school. It was a shock for her seeing us together. She had taken a huge break and travelled Europe. At one point making plans to stay but it never happened. Now she was complaining about her father’s libido and lack of privacy. She’s my wife, this is her home, respect her. He had me fully, she was to oblige.

    Our relationship strengthened but I struggled to conceive. He wanted another son, but the age gap provided challenges. His daughter was to move in with her fiancé. A man whom previously had children with other woman. He came on to me when he heard about our struggle. He was a perfect fit, just as tall and handsome as my husband. I feared age would take our chances away and gave in. He was an animal, taking me when he wanted. I couldn’t resist, what would have been a few times turned into a sexual affair. I couldn’t bring myself to tell my husband but he suspected. Our love came back and we were having sex again. I got pregnant somehow, it was a shocker. An emotional ride, my husband suspected it wasn’t his. I was nervous it would be the end of my life. I was saved by mercy, it was his and I never revealed anything.

    A year later my husband past away, I was devastated.

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    # 76595 - by Anonymous / February 4, 2025
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