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.

Marrying A Foreign Man

I have some experience now, so I thought I would pass it on. Marrying a foreign man.

I was a fresh arrival at college, not yet eighteen. He was degreed in his home country and he was getting his doctorate at the same university. I met him the first week I was there before classes started. A casual conversation in line at the bookstore and I was taken to his 'lair' and didn't emerge for a week, already pregnant. During that week or so he had sex with me two or three times a day. I learned that a man is to be respected, which meant that I had to cook for him. A man's place is at the head of the table, even if it is round. And a woman's place is at his right hand. That is where you sit, on his right. Remember that one.

To a foreign man you are not 'pregnant' until after you go through morning sickness, or pregnancy sickness, and don't miscarry. Only then does he accept you as his pregnant wife. Of course once he accepts you as his pregnant wife, and you get the place to his right at the table, you also get ALL the woman work. During your pregnancy, until you are so big you can't get up, he gets sex. He gets sex, always. Remember that.

After I was 'pregnant' and I was his wife, he went to my father to negotiate for me. How much did I cost? The foreign man buys his wife, and only then do you get the symbols that you are bought, which we think of as the engagement ring. That ring means he has negotiated for you and bought you, you are now his property pending ratification by the wedding ceremony. But don't kid yourself, you already belong to him. That's why you never go out without your engagement ring.

On our side the wedding was pretty normal. Quick, I was already pregnant so don't go overboard. Practical. Legal. On his side it took months to prepare for the wedding. I was so wrapped in fabrics that my by then seven month belly was hidden. The wedding ceremony lasted for days. I had to ask when I actually 'got' married, what happened? Well getting married actually happened when I was officially pregnant. Not all girls are pregnant when they get married, because they only meet their husband at the wedding ceremony. But that's another story.

I was encouraged, pushed or shoved to finish my degree plan. I stayed with my parents until I did. With a son, and another in the oven. Foreign men keep their wives pregnant. If you don't stay pregnant don't be surprised is some interloping female gets pregnant for them. I moved abroad, to his country. The head and master of the house. He could walk tall now that he had two sons, two sons. Not one. Two. He had done well with the foreign woman.

I spent a lot of time being 'trained' for woman work. As the number one wife I was the one responsible for running his house for him. A number two wife usually is there for his pleasure. I would find out, a lesser cousin was brought in for that role. A happy girl is for him to have sex with. We call this birth control, that way the 'wife' could space her births. Thank you very much.

Of course, don't look twice if the happy girl walks around with a big belly. A fertile happy girl is a prize. If she's fertile, you had better be fertile too. Remember the big rule, a wife is there to bear. And bear you will. Remember, that is the BIG RULE. But now you have a happy girl with you to share. Oh, the happy girl is your responsibility too. Don't call her the happy girl, she is the number two wife. You will become very close with her, very, very close. The number two wife is for you closer than any sister. You bear children together, don't freak out. He is an important man, not an impotent man.

Well I've been married now for over twenty five years, it is just me and my number two wife here. There are many children and they all have to be looked after and cared for and for that you need four hands. The house is well run, that's the number one wife's main responsibility, other than bearing children. And, in the quiet of the night, making sure that number two wife sleeps up close with the husband, unless you are planning on getting pregnant again.

  • I'm So Frustrated Right Now I Want A Threesome W His Wife And Ass Fuck

    I worked for a privately held IT company. My job required me to stay current, because software is always changing. A customer wanted only certified staff working on his account. I was doing a good job, but was not certified. This account was very important, it was over fifty percent of revenues, and I was unable to pass the certification tests. The owner, who was a little older than me, got frustrated with me. I was never good on tests, but I am good at what I do.

    It became a contest of wills and he put me on notice. If I didn't certify he would let me go, and hire someone that was. It was that simple. I reminded him that I sucked his dick when he was stressed, and many times I played along when he wanted office sex. It is not comfortable leaning over a desk, and worse on you back on the conference room table. But I never once denied him what he wanted. And I kept it to myself, I never told his wife. I told him if he fired me not only would I cut him off, I would tell her too.

    He got belligerent, called me a slut and a whore and I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and held it with my teeth. He took the test for me and I got my certification. Now I have to show him my appreciation, and it started with lots of lube up my ass (which he hated but I'm ok), I have cock cleaning services and of course he is collecting panties in his drawer. I also drank some of his pee, which he agreed to do for me. You can tell how masculine a man is by his pee, if he's in form or not. His pee can turn me on, make the woman he always wants me to be.

    I want some ass play, some spanking, some ass licking, and some ass fucking. I should get my way. I want his wife to know, to come and play. I want to watch him fuck her, she can watch when he fucks me. I'm tired of playing games, of keeping secrets, why shouldn't I get to see her naked, suck on her tits, or give her a woman to woman kiss and eat her out as well. I have never wanted to do it with a woman but now I do, if he can fuck her, so can I. I want to bury my face in her pussy and have him fuck my ass from behind. I'm just talking, I just want real sex, not the old cock suck and fuck over the office desk routine.

    How Ever Did A Nice Lesbian Chick End Up Married With Three Kids

    As I progressed in school I became more and more involved in athletics. In lower school I was into soccer and swimming. As I went up in school I was into swimming and softball. I played second base. I went to college on a partial softball scholarship. I also swam, but not competitively. Needless to say I was around girls and women in athletics and post training or games there was the shower ritual. It's a shock at first, but you get used to it, and it becomes a real bonding ritual. All those naked girls and you look at them and yourself and wonder how something so standard can be so varied.

    I know you are guessing right now, yes I liked being in the showers, I liked being lathered down by a teammate, yes I am a breast girl. MM Good, when you can motorboat your teammate. There was always the old pussy thing to get over. We mostly all shaved pretty close, some girls actually went to salons, other's who couldn't afford did their own, or in twos with a favorite teammate. I liked being treated to it, having everything touched and getting a big fat kiss from my teammate when she was through. Of course I reciprocated, including the big fat kiss. It was our thing. Kissing pussy felt right.

    We got carried away at times, got out a mirror to do the self examination, straddled one on the floor to get a good look. But of course, we had each other to get to explore the anatomy and find the little crevasse that needed kissing, and the girl penis that needed nibbling on. Oh, and getting a tongue deep inside her vagina and making her gush her fluids. We traded fluids all the time. We liked being best friends and we showed it with sleepovers, and hiding under covers, and tongue hocky and all the other things girls do.

    In college there were guys who liked hanging around lesbians. Some were useful to us, so we let them. Others we got rid of, they were useless man meat as far as we were concerned. But, as we got along into our upper years we asked ourselves often, "How do you really know you are a lesbian? If you have never been with a man". We decided to test who we were.

    It ended badly for both of us, the guys took possession and wouldn't let us go, and by the time we graduated they had ringed us and our father's walked us down the isle. In spite of all the movies and information, and older sisters and mothers, the wedding night did not go well. It went very bad, actually. It was an awful confrontation. But the situation was what it was and we were in a wedding chamber and he was intent on showing off the bloody sheets.

    I stayed married for two years, but walked away with a baby girl. Babies are intensive, expensive, time consuming affairs. If he didn't pay me child support and spousal support and take care of me and the baby I would have had to return home with my tail between my legs. He didn't even move out, and he didn't leave me alone. I had to trade off sex for support. Sex and all the other woman's work that goes with it. Men help, 10%, and you had better thank them for it.

    I became pregnant again, I was nursing and didn't want to take chemical birth control, and walla, I was pregnant again. We got married again. For the insurance, for the taxes, because I was never going to be able to manage alone. I threw in the towel, moved into his bed, and we had a boy and girl each with their room.

    That's how I got into where I am. I am still a homemaker Mom, I do a little graphic art on the side, we have three now, so no, I never have gone on birth control again. Nature makes those decisions and I go along. As long as he keeps pumping, the babies will keep coming. I am reminded daily that I have a duty to raise my son to be a man. No sissies allowed. He is not yet old enough to go hunting, but he has his cammo waiting. Maybe next deer season he will become a man and shoot his own deer and field dress it with his father. I'm glad I won't be there, us girls will be at home doing girl stuff and waiting.

  • Questioning Myself

    When we were in the tenth grade, my best friend and I, she experienced a gang r**e and she swore me to secrecy. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, by accident. It was like a pack of wolves on her, until they all got their piece of her. She came to my house, and I hid her in my room. We should have said something, searched for help from professional sources, but we kept it to ourselves. A big dark secret. It was that night we became lovers.

    She lives in a protected world, a world I drew around her. I express my love to her and she wants to be loved like that. We talk, but not often, it is a memory now, like an old movie. Unlike her, I have never experienced sex with a male, much less males.

    What I don't know and why I'm writing, is that I don't think we are lesbians. Not really. We don't feel that, neither one of us. We are just comfortable being together. Her experience enables us. That's what I think. I have desires sometimes, for a man to do with me, and I surrender. If you can understand, I want something similar to how it happened to her. Not involved emotionally, a male I don't know or would ever know. I shouldn't talk like this. It just lives in my head. I never have been with a man, because we have to be together.

    From The Day He Fucked Me I Was His For The Rest Of My Life

    As a very early teen, 13, my older cousin got on my back and humped my ass until he came all over my back. He got addicted to me and did it several more times before pulling my pants down and going inside me to cum. Fear of my father knowing that I had been fucked and my mother's attitudes against teen pregnancies forced me into a dark alley abortion.

    I opted to suck his dick, to let him have me in the ass, he refused absolutely to ever wear a condom. He fucked me a lot and somehow I avoided getting pregnant again. I was sixteen when I was able to get birth control. My parents were totally blind and unaware that my cousin who was taking care of me had been fucking me since I was 13.

    When he finished high school and went to college I went into depression. Inconsolable loneliness and nothing worked until he was home and he came in me again. I was his in every sense of the word, as soon as I finished high school and turned 18 we were getting married. In college some girl got pregnant and blamed him. He had fucked her but was pretty sure she was open to anyone fucking her if they had a dick. It was because of DNA that he got off, but it was expensive to prove it. He swore of any other girl after that, that's what I was for and I was waiting for him to come home.

    I was still 17 when he was fucking me in the living room of my house when my parents weren't home. I had not been taking my birth control because it was making me sick of the stomach. What we didn't know is that my father had installed security cameras and it was all on tape and he brought the hammer down. You marry that girl, today. And with the judge in my father's pocket we were married that weekend at the house. Now, at last he could fuck me at will and no one could say anything about it.

    I wanted to be pregnant. I had to, it was way beyond my control to stop it. I should have told him but he would have backed out. Now I had my baby and all was well with the world. My mother's fear of a teen pregnancy had materialized. And my father's fear of his daughter being fucked had come to happen. Needless to say my parents weren't happy for me. So as soon as I could get pregnant again, I did.

    My kids are now nine and ten, and I actually managed to get a college degree. I'm a certified grade school teacher. My cousin has a good job and with help from our parents we have a house of our own. Anything to get me out of their house. My father talks to my cousin now and he brags about how I wasn't going to be happy unless a man had me under his control. He, my father, claims that he aways knew I was a girl who needed a strong hand.

    I don't care, I go along with his narrative and I am the chief bottle washer and I don't like a maid in my house, not even if it once every two weeks. I do not want some other woman in my house. I like that my cousin is the boss of us and he keeps me under his thumb. I always did, from the very first time he humped my ass when I was 13. After he fucked me I knew it then, but I didn't know what it was. Once fucked you belong that man for the rest of your life.

    I am 27 which is soo young for having a ten and nine year old in school. I get along great with some of the older teachers, with kids in the same age group as mine. The difference between them and me is that it took them another ten to fifteen years to have a man put them under his thumb. In many ways I'm the more mature one, or the one that accepts fully that my cousin is the boss of us.

  • When Your Blessings Have A Dark Side

    I was blessed with a petite body, and well formed. Although my body is small and my tits are small my vagina can take it when it's time to fuck. I'm 22 and finishing college this semester and onto the bigger world. I have never had a problem getting a man to want to fuck me.

    Now the other side of the coin. As I said I'm petite, five O. I have a small bust and small hips and I can pass for a teenage boy. I cut my hair in high school and dressed as a boy and passed pretty well, enough that I dated a girl to the prom. Whether it's natural or came on while posing as a boy I don't know, but the best sex of my life was 'fucking' that girl after prom. I rubbed my clit so hard against her I went into a wild ass orgasm and she laughed her head off before grabbing onto me and rubbing one out against my hip bone. She wasn't at all put off with me passing myself off as a boy and fucking with her as girl.

    This is my problem. I have these moments of sheer lust, when I want to kiss a girl, I want to grab her tits and rub my face in them, I want her spread eagled and totally smooth for me to go down on her and get her to cum. I WANT A FUCKING GIRL, I DON'T WANT A MAN. I fucking hate getting fucked. I HATE IT. Fucking men are all in it for themselves. With a girl we make each other happy, one at a time. I can sit and watch a girl cook and get horny. I can sit and watch a girl blow her hair and get horny. I can tell a girl I love her and get horny. I can never do that with a man.

    I don't want to spend my life as a lesbian. I don't want to be a lesbian or gay. I just want to be normal, have a normal life, have a home with hubby coming home for dinner and two little urchins running to him. I want that, I just can't take a man fucking me right now. I'm not a blow up doll, or a sex object for them. Men don't take me seriously, they treat me like a little girl, seriously. Can you open that jar? Here let a man do it for you.

    I know I will always need a girl in my life, I need to feel warm in her arms with her boobs all around me, I need her soft kisses on my lips and how she eats me and getting me to cum. I want to eat pussy and make her cum. But none of that gets me a home and a husband and two urchins in the house. I will just have to take it, even if I don't want it, to get a man to marry me and make me his wife. That's what is wrong about having a vagina and small tits and cute little ass.

    I will never be considered grown up by a man.

    Every Woman's Rape Is Personal And So Is Mine

    In college I worked as a maid in a small college motel. It was part time, heavy on the weekends. It was easy work once you got it down to a science. Of course all the stories that hotel maids tell are true. Lots of dirty sheets, and underwear left under the bed. Lots of things left behind, dildos, which I keep, and other sex toys. We had a large pool of women guest staying here, because we are within walking distance of campus, and for some reason a lot of lesbians like to stay there.

    I was cleaning a room and it was going like clockwork, change the sheets, do the bathroom, pickup the trash, vacuum. The man that was staying there came up and asked me to move the cart out of the way, he needed to get to his things. I went against the policies and training and let him in. The door closed behind him, the cart in the hall.

    It took, what, three minutes for him to r**e me. It's that quick.

    No he wasn't a guest, he was an opportunist. I didn't ask him to prove to me that was his room. I didn't step out of the room to let him inside. No, I stood there putting the sheet on the bed when he grabbed me from behind. He didn't speak, he twisted my arm to get me on my back. He was quick with my pants, he tore them off and my panties were no match for him. He had his dick out, and shoved my panties aside and proceeded to r**e me until he finished, staring at me in my eyes.

    And, he was gone. No cameras got a good picture, he had a car parked under a tree that obscured the type and the plates. No good pictures. They tried, but no good pictures. I had a r**e kit used. I spent hours talking to this female cop about it, every little detail until I figured out she was living vicariously through me. I was never able to really give a description that fit. Big, taller than me, male, white. That's when I said to myself, it happened, live with it and stop trying to get the police involved. It was my r**e, he is my rapist, not theirs.

    Next time, follow procedures. Let some other maid get r**ed. My r**e happened when I was in college, I'm a housewife now with two boys. I think of him every time I have sex. I keep the panties in a special place in my drawer, I have never washed them. Lots of psycho stuff.

    A Wild Girl Brought Up In The Wild In Heat For A Male

    As a child I grew up in camps in the Serengeti and Masai Mara. My father was a camp manager and my mother was my teacher. I am an only child. I learned what my mother had in books and what my father taught me about the wild. By the time I was fifteen the decision was made to send me to a boarding school in England.

    The girls there were mostly upper class, with broken families. The talk was about sex and what they wanted to do when they left that place. I listened but I didn't really participate. My thoughts were back with my mother. I finished school, every summer I went back to be with my mother. By the time I finished my father was managing a camp in Botswana.

    I was there only two days when one of the guests started talking to me. He was an older man traveling with his wife and daughter, she was ten. He asked a lot of questions and I answered as best I could. Some of the questions were very much on the personal side and at first I didn't answer, but after a moment I was telling him everything.

    He said he was a banker and this was his first time on safari. I told him about how I grew up in the bush and I felt at home here. What happened next was out of my hands, I had seen it all my life, the female is in heat and an aggressive male pushes himself on her. I held onto the railing of the path we were on, away from the camp buildings. The sounds of the night were everywhere, eyes and ears listening. He pushed himself onto me and I felt him inside of me. There was nothing I wanted more right then than him with me. When it was over and we fixed ourselves back up he walked ahead back into the camp and walked away back to our tent to tell my mother.

    My mother listened and looked at me. She didn't appear angry. When It was apparent that he had made me pregnant we told my father. I went through my pregnancy out in the bush, and my baby was delivered by my mother and a midwife. A girl, we named her Sahsha, from a book I was reading. I was just another female out there, that dropped it's young and had to feed her.

    The father of my daughter was known to us, my father had all the records of all the guests who had stayed there. We decided that a knock in the night didn't deserve an answer and we never did contact him to tell him. I'm raising my daughter along with my parents. Out here some nights it gets lonely, that's a word for being in heat and wanting relief. My mother has my father, my daughter is not old enough, but a 27 year old needs a man to come knocking.

    My current lover is a helicopter pilot. He's South African and is very handsome, not that that matters. He is from the bush and knows when a female is in heat for him. It's his duty then to relieve me. I have my own quarters and he knows the way and comes in the middle of the night when my Sahsha is asleep and my heat is dealt with, for that night, there are many other nights when I expect him.

    My Sister And I

    Not long ago my sister and I went to a concert at a small music venue. My older sister, Pam, knew one of the musicians and she and I wound up talking with him and another band member after the performance. The band was from out of town and had rooms at a local hotel for the night. After having margaritas with them, they suggested going to their hotel. My sister liked the guy she knew and immediately agreed to go. I didn't say anything at that point. But, as my sister and drove to the hotel, I asked her what she had in mind.

    After being quiet for a moment she told me she would probably fuck her friend. She said I should drive on home and she would have her friend drop her off in the morning. That sounded fine with me. We met the guys at their room. It turned out to be a room with two double beds in one bedroom with a small living room with a TV, sofa, and chair. We sat in the living room and talked with them and they had some margaritas sent up. After a while we had a little buzz going. Then Pam surprised me, she took her friend's hand and said she'd like to go to the bedroom.

    Pam left the door to the bedroom partially open and soon I could see the two of them were naked and Pam was sucking his dick. I said to the other guy that we should probably close the door, but he said let's watch. As my sister moaned as her friend fucked her hard, I found myself feeling aroused. I had never seen my sister fuck anyone and, for that matter I had never watched any couple fucking before. Literally before I knew it, my clothes were off and I was being fucked on the couch. I heard my sister as she came, and that loud moan made me cum immediately. The guy filled me a few minutes later and I came again. I thought that was all, but I was wrong.

    My sister and her friend came out of the bedroom and the guys switched. I looked at her friend's erection and took it in my hand. Her friend was now fucking me from behind. My sister was fucking the other guy and was right next to me on the carpet. Around 4 am, Pam and I drove back to our apartment. Each guy had fucked me twice and Pam had been fucked five times. When we got home, we showered and went to bed. The next morning, over coffee, Pam said she didn't know that would happen and hoped I was okay. I laughed and told her that we must be groupies now. I never saw the one guy again, although my sister did fuck her friend when she viited him in Houston. Being fucked, essentially by two strangers, had been really erotic. I was also turned on by being watched as I was being fucked.

    Years later, I told my husband the story. He thought I was incredibly sexy to have fucked two guys with my sister and he took me to bed and fucked me. The story had turned him on.

  • Stepson Issues.

    I have only been on this site for a few months after discovering it by accident while researching family advice on the 'Net. I have been noticing these stories about sons and stepsons. At first the subject seemed rather odd and I wasn't attracted to such things. But lately, the more of these I read the more the subject seems to strike close to home.

    My husband and I have been married 4 years and he has a son from a previous marriage who is now 15 years old. When we first married, I just thought of him as a cute little boy, but now my attitude toward him has changed.

    I have been noticing that Bobby (not his real name) is somewhat of a well built young man now. He plays a lot of sports and has the body of a young athlete. Sometimes in the mornings, it seems he gives me longer hugs than normal and I'm more aware of his body pressing against me. I don't know if it's really happening, is he taking an interest in me other than just a step-mom, or is it just me?

    I recently bought him new underwear and when he came down for breakfast, he showed them off to me. I ran my hands around the waistband checking the fit and squeezed his cute butt telling him how good they looked. To my surprise, when I saw the bulge in his undies, it looked like he was getting harder. I mean I know about guys early in the mornings.

    I'm trying to tell myself to use some self-control and focus my mind on other things. But that became more difficult after I saw him in the shower. I had taken him some towels and I saw him masturbating thru the shower doors. The site of his hard young cock and his hips thrusting back and forth almost made me dizzy. Now when we hug, I know what that cock looks like that's pressing up against me and I like the feeling.

    I'm on pins and needles every time I'm alone with him now. When I close my eyes are night, I touch myself thinking of his hard body. My hubby is even wondering what's gotten into me since I'm always in the mood.

    Any ladies out there who've been down this road one way or another ? I cant believe I'm even telling all this.