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.

Coming To Terms With What Kind Of Woman I Want To Be

Having to display, adopt the doggie position, submit to a male strikes head on with being a 'strong' woman, an 'assertive' woman. You can't go schizoid and stand on both feet. In the end you have to choose, all natural woman or all fake.

I gave up, quit trying, adopted the position, submitted, took his name, washed the dishes. I'm happy, content, at ease with being normal, choosing to wear a dress, and hold his hand and follow where he leads me.

One other thing, the role models put up for young women like Kamala and Hillary guarantee as a woman I will not follow that example. My mother, my grandmother are real women, I'll follow their example.

  • I Never Thought I Would Be The One Insisting On Getting Married

    I sat across from my boss. He asked me when was I going to grow up. Make something of my life. I tried to answer but he pressed me harder and harder, until I agreed with him, I didn't want to 'grow' up. I liked my life, my freedom to come and go.

    Suit yourself, what a waste, by the time you get ready for children no man is going to want you.

    The topic never went away. For our Christmas party last year he said he had a g*ft for me, but I couldn't open it for nine months. The comment went over my head, I wasn't thinking. He insisted, a one time only offer. Take it, or regret it.

    On Christmas Eve I allowed him, and in nine months I got my present. She's so cute, I am in love with her. This Christmas I'm asking for a brother or sister, Irish twins or close to it. I'm willing to grow up now, I mean it. Along with another one I'd like a commitment. He has to grow up to.

    Playing My Cards When Hell Froze Over

    During a happy hour outing after work he out his move on me and I wasn't able to escape. After, we talked and I told him it was my first time. He thought for a moment, he like that and said I was a keeper, as long as I respected him. Being young and innocent I was ,ore than happy being his 'keeper'.

    Well, he did keep me, and I did respect him, but it got stuck in second gear and it didn't move forward. I'm talking about 'the ring'. I was facing thirty, I was tired of my family asking embarrassing questions, fed up being told I gave away the milk, he didn't need to buy the cow.

    Then, it froze. Solid. No utilities. He braved the roads to come get me. After sledding back to his house, I did say house, I got the apartment. It was cold in the house, and we used the camp stove to heat water for hot chocolate. He wanted to sit and cuddle under the big Ugg blanket I gave him for Christmas.

    My chance had come, strike while the iron's hot. His iron was red hot, but getting cold waiting. I showed him my naked ring finger. That's all he got until he put a ring on it. He had two choices, a red hot iron in a red hot bunny, or an ice cold night and I kept the blanket. All he had to do was come up with a ring for my finger.

    The ring came out, in it's Zale's Boc he had hidden. Put it on, and he would get to snuggle. A date and a promise and I'd warm up the bed. But, I'm older and wiser, if he wanted to use his red hot poker he needed to produce a signed marriage contract.

    During the freeze he stayed lukewarm, I accepted a quicky marriage as soon as the courthouse opened. Now he owns the cow and he gets all the milk he can drink.

  • Becoming The President's Baby Girl

    It was cold and wet outside. I used public transportation that required a three block walk to the bus stop, plus waiting. I went down the stairs to use the back exit, save a half block to the bus stop. I ran into the President of the company and the was curious why I was going out the backway. At the bottom if the steps looking outside at the weather he decided that I deserved better, or he didn't want to be embarrassed for letting his young female clerk out in that weather.

    I waited outside his office, he was on a phone call. By the time he was done, the wet and cold had turned dark outside. He offered to buy me dinner, drive thru. At Wendy's he changed his mind and we went to a steak house. He ordered for me, including the wine, and the conversation went from work to family. Truthfully, he was pretty disconnected of the lifestyle of the poor and uneducated. That I was the first to graduate from high school was a surprise, his daughter is a doctor. That my brother dropped out in the 8th grade and works delivery for a Hit Shot service. He put his around me, I should have said we were in a booth.

    When I told him we didn't have internet and didn't have a computer, was only overcome by not having a washer dryer. Living in a 'hood' apartment complex was a throwback for him. He asked me when I got a new pair of shoes, he didn't expect never. The difference with what I got paid annually was paid to him weekly. For the first time he sat and talked with the hourly employee.

    But, never fear, he offered to take care of me. And hug me and kiss me. If I wanted I could be his Baby, and he would be my Daddy. Yes, more than hugs and kisses, let him love me. It's not that I had never heard of such a thing, In one form or another it was all around me, but not with the President and warehouse clerk.

    He really likes me, liked having sex with me. I don't ride public transportation, I have a Honda. I have inside plumbing, and a washer dryer. I live in a nice apartment. He likes that I'm a 'girl' and not an older woman. I'm small really, maybe that gives him the girl feeling. It's been a lot learning how to get along with him. I don't like reading. We talk about life in the 'hood' and the good people. We also talk about living where the air is thin. It's fun being his fun girl, and many of the g*fts he buys me I give to my relatives. But not the intimate underwear. I want to keep that.

    Thongs

    By the time I was in high school more then have of the girls in my grade were wearing thongs. It was definitely a big deal to us to switch to thongs to show we were grown up

    But my mom wouldn’t let me get thongs. To her they were not panties and she said they cause UTIs. So I only had bikini panties but eventually my mom got me some string bikini panties which I definitely liked but I really wanted a thong

    One afternoon I was with a friend. We were sitting in our panties and bras after we got done swimming. She had on a dark red thong that I thought looked really good. Eventually she asked why I still wore only bikini panties. I told her my mom seems to be anti thong

    My friend said that’s crazy because her mom only wears thongs so when she asked for some her mom gladly got her some. So then my friend gets up and gets in her dresser. She hands me a black cotton thong and says put it on

    I took my panties off and put the thong on. Holy heck! It felt different but felt really comfortable and super sexy! My friend said you’re gonna have to shave your bikini line so we went to the bathroom and we both gave ourselves a fresh bikini line shave.

    After a few hours passed I was starting to take the thong off thinking she wanted it back but she told me to keep it. So I secretly had one thong that my mom didn’t know about

    Then once I was 18 and started college I bought all thongs

  • Boyfriends Obsession

    I don’t know if it’s just my boyfriend but he has a major obsession with anal sex

    He’s constantly wanting to stick his dick in my butt

    I’m fine with anal just not daily. Though maybe I made the mistake of early on sticking his dick in my butt

    I Wanted To Just Let You'll Know, I Have A Real Good Man

    I was raised proper. A man takes you as woman you belong to that man. It was a warning, you never get over the man that guest took you, so your legs crossed.

    A man took me when I was seventeen, two weeks before I was legal. I was on a campus early for orientation at the college I was going to attend. I was embarrassed about it, shamed. But like I was told, you never get over the man that took you. That's pretty much like it was. I was his girlfriend long before he knew.

    I'm one of those fortunate girls, the man who took me kept me, didn't through me away like you throw out an old rag. I've done my share of cooking and ironing too. Being raised like I was those are not chores. He's done his share of keeping me in a house and watching over me. That's not a chore for him, it's the way he was raised. He was raised proper too.

    Perfect Vacation

    I opened the faucet in my hotel room to find no water running. Already wrapped in my towel, I was highly upset and dialed the front desk. This girls trip was already upside down due to a few inconveniences, I was furious. A handsome man, tall and muscular, apologized when I opened. He could’ve been Latino or black or both I don’t know. I smelled a strong musk on this man, presumably because he had worked long hours. He was with a woman, a boss lady who turned out to be his wife. I didn’t see her, he spoke with her outside before returning. She didn’t seem happy with him. I was reading my book, already somewhat turned on from him glaring at my tits when he walked in. I just wanted him to fix whatever was wrong, but he was charming. When he saw we were chatting too long he ordered me to wait in the room. I poked at his wife, wondering what set her off. It turned me on more, I opened up my book, and got under my covers. A little distraction I thought, the brief attention was nice. A few minutes later I heard him drop his tools. He comes back, I’m done is all he says. Starts unbuckling his pants and drops them. He has a nice package hidden by white briefs, I’m speechless. What are you doing? I just met you. A lot of things are running through my mind, but I’m soaking wet staring at his muscular body. He ignores my question, lifts up my covers exposing my legs and slides in. I just want to hear what you read. Water is fine, the bathroom works. Tell me what you read. His arm crosses over, hugs me unto his chest. And your wife? I ask, It wasn’t long ago she was here. Oh yeah, I’ll tell her about the book later. He brings me in we share a smooth kiss. I feel his hands explore, up my legs, my robe comes off he gets a good grab of my tits. He mentions I’m wet, his finger makes its way inside me. The covers come down below his waist. He is strong, palms the back of my head unto his cock, thrusting what he can in my mouth. His phone rings, he’s not happy. I look at him, he rests his index finger on his lips. Baby what? She begins to complain, I’ll suck his cock modestly. She’s crazy, suck harder he tells me. Baby please I’m almost done. I wonder if I can make him cum. I don’t have a condom, should I let him go further? She’s gonna keep complaining. He puts her on mute, we flip to spoon. I stop him, condom? There’s some yelling through the phone. He unmutes, I’m thinking he might pull it out. He covers my mouth, jams it in. He’s crazy I think, but I can’t resist. I’m a furnace, now getting railed. This goes on for a few minutes, I’m being flipped into missionary. I don’t remember if he had even hung up or when. I had my eyes closed from the pain and pleasure of being nailed wildly. We kiss before he pulls out and cums on my face. Okay I leave now he said. He hikes his clothes on running forwards the door. I never saw him again.

    It's Time For Him To Make Me His Mrs.

    So I keep asking myself 'what is consensual'? He pushed me into it, he ripped my panties right off me because I was wasting time, he plunged into me, and didn't get off until he had lost his load in me. I spent weeks worried about bring pregnant, in the end I had a miscarriage. He likes slapping my ass, grabbing me by the tits, laying a kiss upon me at the table. I get the week 'off' so what am I complaining about?

    My world revolves around him, I'm a mere electron revolving around him, can't escape on my own, and am scared another electron will try to displace me. I wake up to the sound of him breathing in my ear, the shower running while I make breakfast, getting ready while he complains about clients.

    I asked to be a stay at home mom, 'why stay home? just be a mom and use daycare'. I want to stay home now that I'm pregnant. I want to get married. I want a house of my own, and I don't think him commuting is such a big deal. It's what every husband I know is doing. I have no choice, I have to be 'the woman'. It's not enough, I want to be a Mrs.

  • Part Of Me Says Go, Part Of Me Says Stop.

    I'm 37, I feel young. A man I met through church wants me. In my world no one tells you they 'want' you. I can't ignore it, stop thinking about it. He is divorced and his wife is still in our church. I would die if it got back to her.

    I am not a libertine, but I have here and there lost my mind and virtue. I am not pure and untouched. I wonder if he knows that?

    The option remains open, the next play is mine.

    Half of me, below the waist, says call him. Half of me, above my shoulders, says leave it be.