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.

Not Over Him

I saw him again, at our family’s party. The man who took my virginity when I was a teen. I remember that summer day blushing over him. Charismatic friend of my mom’s, playing in the pool with us. I was teasing him, one thing led to another. My mom had stepped out, his daughter stepped out with her bf soon after. He was rubbing me at the edge of the pool. Two fingers where they shouldn’t have been. Gradually making me hotter, soft tension through his eyes. Then his tongue soft and wet, velvety. It was making me dizzy, forgetting where I was. Shaking, everything was happening so fast. Do you want more love? Yes, not realizing he was about to enter me. I wanted everything. His huge body over me, stretching me slowly. It hurt, everything was inside. We kissed and kissed. I was shaking again. The concrete is too rough love. He picks me up, plants me inside standing up. Good girl, you’re so warm. It was my first time being so close to a man. Intoxicating, the making of my daddy kink. Up and down, up and down. Pop pop pop, what are these sounds? I feel stretched, I’m shivering again. We collapse, talk about each other. I want to keep riding, we hear my mother again. Forgot my purse can you believe this guys? Where’s the others? They’ll be back soon! What a surprise, let’s finish love. I gave him everything till he finished on my back. But it was a one and done. I wanted more and he stopped coming around. Now he shows up with his gf, and I’m upset. I’ve been single for years fantasizing a return that never happened. Now that I’m married he’s here? I run out, I hope to avoid him like he did me. My husband and I leave without explanation. My insides tingle, am I running away? Or am I avoiding the inevitable?

  • Our Captain

    I took my younger cousin Kaylie and her Asian friend Sami on a boat trip and we ended up with a charming captain. Loyd, a man in his fifties who kept things very professional was super sweet from the start. After a few drinks he opened up about his life telling us stories of past marriages, and his daughter. He claims Kaylie was a spitting image of her, a reminder of how gorgeous she is to him. Pulls out his phone then shows us a picture of her. Nearly identical if it wasn’t for Kaylie’s cheerleading body. Sami shifts the conversation, “I love your tattoos do you have more?”. Loyd unbuttons his shirt, he was hot! A rock hard six pack with various tattoos covering his chest. We were all turned on but Sami was stealing the show. She’s bending over looking at his tattoos clearly acting like a pick me. Loyd looks at me with a handsome smile then mouths “she’s crazy I love it!”. Ladies let’s go somewhere, take a seat if you have a boyfriend. Me and Kaylie, glare at Sami who has a pouty look on her. Loyd giggles, okay Sami jk come over to captains area. There’s dolphins ahead, I want two of you at the front. We are all fascinated only seeing a few dolphins push up from the waves as he’s moving the boat. I look back, Sami isn’t in her seat but I can see her legs from underneath the captains area. Loyd is holding the steering wheel with one hand. I look at Kaylie, no freaken way. He catches us looking, sorry ladies she insisted! I’m very horny now, I get up to look. Shes sucking hard, pushing off of his things. Her enthusiasm for his cock in her mouth made me jealous. I push Sami off, take Loyd in my mouth. He tasted so good, like a sweet and salty taste. Kaylie baby come here, it’s vacation! I bring Kaylie, she’s shocked but not opposed. Loyd, has her kneel they kiss for a little. It’s super hot, Sami takes his penis while they make out. He pulls out of Sami and teases Kaylie on her tongue. I didn’t strike Kaylie as the type but she was going at it good. She’s my favorite of you three! I look at Sami, who was definitely a bit jealous. The three of us ended up taking our tops off. Swapping back and forth until Sami took his penis inside her. Kaylie eventually took his load down her throat. On the way back it happened again, this time Kaylie was on her back taking it while me and Sami exhausted by the heat took a nap. It was a crazy trip!

    Caught Him

    I used to lose panties thinking my husband would misplace them doing our laundry. Turns it out it was one of the boys that played basketball with our son. Brian, he was the older and taller one of the group. I walked in on him sniffing and wanking to my underwear in our laundry room. When he noticed me he tried to cover up but his manhood was out flopping everywhere. I was shocked, confused and excused myself. I knew I needed to confront him, so I told my son I needed to talk to Brian about his parents. He looked nervous when my son left, I think he thought the worst. I didn’t know what I was going to say when we sat on the couch. I just wanted him to confess to see if he had really stolen my panties before. Well he did, then expressed he wouldn’t do it again. We both eased up when he noticed I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t going to tell his parents, I was somewhat relieved but still unsure where to take the conversation. Until I noticed he still had an erection and was attempting to cover it. There was a visible wet spot around his thigh, I started feeling hot wondering how he looked. Brian looks me in the eyes and tells me he thinks about how I smell and couldn’t get enough so he started taking my underwear. I’m without words, I offer to leave so he can touch himself. Can you stay for a bit? He must’ve noticed my hesitation, he lowers his pants, his manhood jumps out and lands on his stomach. He was rock hard, oozing pre cum. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t, the sight of him pulling his foreskin back was too much. I scoot over to help, the sensation of his cock smeared with pre cum sends me. You smell so good miss G, damn. Brian’s hand starts digging down my top squeezing my breasts together. I want him to cum, I take my top off thinking it will send him off when he sees my bra. Brian gets up, I’m thinking he wants to blow his load on my tits. He shoves his cock in between, thrusting up and down my chest. He’s looking at while fondling my tits, his cock feels huge. Okay I think, this is far enough. Suddenly my tit comes out, he starts sucking. I’m now jerking him off, I’m moaning in pleasure. Then like a pressured hose he pulls back grabs his cock, starts shooting his cum on my chest, with the last streams hitting my neck and face. What a canon on this boy, I clean us up. It’s been a few weeks since, I try to come home late from work to avoid him. I’ve heard from my son he’s asked about me more often.

  • My Daddy Story.

    I have made mention of this several times in the past year when replying to a confession that kinda hit home. After several people commented on my reply I've decided to explain things further.

    When I was a kid, our family had a sailboat and we spent long weekends and mini-vacations on the boat. Quite often we were nude or almost nude, especially when sunbathing or swimming. We lived in S. Florida and cruised around the Keys or maybe over to Bimini.

    We would lay out on deck soaking up the sun and swim and from a young age, I noticed that my Dad's penis had the ability to grow bigger at different times. I remember watching Mom and Dad rubbing each other down with sunscreen and watching him begin to get hard as Mom touched his penis.

    When I was 13-14, I began to be attracted to my Dad in a different kind of way. I was kinda jealous ,I guess of the way he and Mom touched each other and the reaction he got when he massaged her boobs. When my breasts began to grow and my kitty got hairy, I wanted the same kind of attention and I wanted him to touch me in the same way.

    I began to ask him to rub me with sunscreen, nothing new about that . But I began to ask him if he wanted sunscreen and eventually after rubbing his legs, I would let my fingers rub against his penis. When it began to get hard, I kept my fingers around it and Dad cupped my little B cup boobs in his hands. I was in heaven, he was now treating me the same as Mom.

    Several times when Mom went below to fix lunch, Dad would let me play with his cock, I'll never forget the first time I made him cum. I was thrilled to see big squirts of cum shoot out as he trembled.

    My Dad was tall, tanned and athletic and had a beautiful big penis. For the next few years he was not only my Dad, but my secret boyfriend. I laugh now, but I can remember gagging when trying to go down on Dad. It took years to find a guy with a bigger penis than Dad. He passed away last year , but I have some great childhood memories.

    Snuggling With Dad.

    Over the thanksgiving weekend, we were camping in N. Georgia and the power went off at the campground. At bedtime, it was freezing in the camper. Mom, Dad and I all crawled up in the bed together and piled on all the covers we had.

    Dad was in the middle and during the night he rolled over and put his arm around me and was pressing up against my backside. He slid his hands up and was cupping my young breast in his hand.

    I don't know if he was asleep or awake or just thought maybe I was my Mom. As he pressed up against me, I could feel that his penis was hard. I knew my dad had a big one, as I had gotten a few peeks at it before.

    At one point I reached behind me to find out if this was real or a dream. It wasn't a dream, my Dad's penis was swollen and hard and as I gripped it, he moaned softly.

    I'm only 15 and have never experienced anything so exciting as touching his hard penis. Now I'm dying to see it all hard and maybe being able to touch him again. Is it OK to feel this way about your Dad.

  • Gwendolyn And The Memories But I Have To Be A Grown Up About It

    I flunked out of college for playing too much and my mother insisted I follow in her footsteps and she sent me to the CIA, Culinary School of America. I met Gwendolyn there, she wanted to be celebrity chef. I wanted to learn how to cook to tend house.

    One day I was talking to Gwen and she showed me a tattoo she had on her torso, above her private parts, a woman's open legs with a straight line in the middle. I asked her why she did that, it was so stup!d. She fell back, and she was wearing short skirt, she opened her legs and asked me it I wanted some. I must have show her a very ugly face, so she sat up and asked if she could eat me. It was in the very next breath that she told me she loved me. I wasn't able to keep her off of me and she did eat me, and more.

    I became Gwen's girlfriend and over time I did eat her. But between me and her I was much more of a titty girl, and she was all pussy. By the time we got our certificate and realized that the only thing it was good for was the Waffle House I told her I just had to get married, all I was good for was tending house and with my certificate, cooking.

    When I introduced her to my 'fiancé', who had been waiting in the wings, she became upset and ran away to be work on a cruise ship. I got married and settled down to do what I was good for, and Gwen was a memory of my days at the CIA. A secret memory. All I wanted was to be a wife and have a home. I wanted children, not a dozen, but a few. I wanted to be with my husband and let him do with me as he saw fit. I fully transferred my dependency from my father to my husband.

    Ten years after I got married, I had three children and was happy being a wife and mother, Gwen called. She wanted to see me. She ate pussy, and I sucked titty. She sucked titty and I ate pussy. All those feelings of the CIA came back and I was unable to stop them. Gwen swore her love for me over and over and I slipped up and told her I still loved her. The only thing she could think about was becoming a chef in my kitchen, to talk to my husband and hire her. I told her I would but she had to get rid of that hideous tattoo, do something with it.

    My husband one night showed her what she didn't want to happen. She had to put up with him all over her. I told her that it wasn't that bad for her to behave like that. She quit her job with us, breaking us up and went away to work at a resort in Colorado. One day while I was regaining my footing she called me and asked me if my husband would let her come back to us. I said no, I was married and I had a house to tend to. I was good enough cook for my family. I would do without her, I needed my sanity. even if I did love her.

    I'm A Mortician, Not Many Girls Follow This Profession

    People get so weirded out by my profession. Granted isn't a girl thing, it's the family business. I'm a mortician, and work in our family funeral home. When you approach it our way, you are detached from the individual, you never knew them. But yes, all clients are undressed and bathed before embalming, and dressed again. So you do see genitals and everyone's are average. I've never seen a monster cock. That's a myth, a figment of some poor person's sense of inadequacy.

    I want cock as much as the next girl. I do not fantasize with our clients. I call them clients, my Dad calls them clients, without them there would be nothing to bill for.

    Once only did I invite a boy into the parlor, after a date. I asked him to get into a coffin, but he lost his erection abilities, so he lost out on a BJ. I have some old pictures of me naked in the casket room, my brother took the pictures to impress his friends. The naked girl was anonymous, he didn't tell them I was his sister. I was 14 then.

    We grew up normal, like everyone else. I had my sweet sixteen slumber party and we played with a couple of dildos. I went on a summer abroad in college, not to Transylvania. I didn't get my mortician license until after college. I date a boring accountant, he works on tax returns.
    We have adventure dates, swimming naked after hours, playing doctor, going to strip clubs, watching dirty movies. I'm attracted to watching girls get it, the more explicit the better. You can say I'm into coupling, and I do get desires when I'm watching. My boring boyfriend doesn't share my fixation, I get wet, but he doesn't get an erection.

    One day soon I'm giving him an ultimatum. Take matters into motion, marry me and get me pregnant.

    The Reality Of It Overwhelmes Me

    The woman in me took over and I did what women do, opened my legs. No matter how I frame it, no matter how much time has passed, I cannot get over him, get him out of my mind. This man triggers the woman in me, my legs open up, and he does what men do, he is inside me one more time.

    Men And Women Are Not 'equal', They Are Not The 'same', Face It

    It's time to come clean. I want my man to be my boss, to take charge and make the tough decisions for us. To consult with me, but two heads do not work. He is the man of the house.

  • My Path From Sweet Sixteen To A Married Man's Mistress

    As a high schooler the boy I was dating died in a freak accident on his farm. His mother hung on to me, and criticized any male friend I had. I 'owed' it to his memory to remain single all my life. I avoided her, stopped going to church, when I went to college the rumors she made up were that I was a slut, all the better that her son died and not lived to know what a slut I was.

    It didn't matter that her sorrow was focused on me, it made my life miserable, I didn't want to go home. In college I did lose my virginity to a an upperclassman and became his girlfriend. He helped me build a life with him. After college I joined him where he lived and worked. I was ready to become his wife. Only to have him tell me he had embraced his gay life.

    I was lost, I had a job with a local company and in a moment of poor me I let it all out to a man at work. Older and married. I ended up being consoled by him in the Biblical way. He was protective of his investment in me, and protected access to me. He had dreams of impregnating me, but his wife was in the way. In an act of defiance I made sure I got pregnant for him.

    The unplanned pregnancy, I went along with that line, put pressure on his marriage. In the end after seeking wisdom from Jesus she accepted this child, in a sort of immaculate conception way. I lost it, I told her her husband 'fucked' me, nothing immaculate happened. Well, to her it was Jesus himself who intervened to have me carry her husband's baby.

    So when you meet me, a single working mother, don't invent my reason for me ending up this way. Intentionally and knowingly I had repeated sex with an older married man and placed myself in the position of being impregnated. I'm no little girl, I know where babies come from. I maintain a cordial relationship with his wife and her Jesus ways. He escapes from her by having sex with me. And I look forward to having him come over. And to my daughter I don't have to lie, it is her father that's fucking me.