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.

Fingers Crossed

My first time I was seventeen, on a college visit, in a dorm with other girls looking at colleges. That afternoon my roommate and me had spoken to a guy in line when we were getting pizza. He was now in our room, I was on my bed, he was on my back fucking me. I was being pounded and looking at my roommate, eye to eye. When he got off he left.

She came over to my bed and asked me if I was alright. She laid down beside me and covered me, putting her arm around me. After that night she and I became lovers. Hugging with her was important to me. When we were warm we made love.

It took ten years for me to come to terms with that night in her arms and intercourse with a man. The last thing he wanted was a relationship and the last thing I considered was a relationship with a girl.

I am right now engaged to a coworker. He, insists and I want to have a family. He is aware of my past, he is pretty sure I have outgrown my girlfriend relationship, but is understanding if it comes back to life.

  • I Inadvertently Let My Boss Into My Most Inner Circle

    Without thinking I mouthed off at my male boss and supervisor that I had a migraine and needed to lay down, on his office couch. He asked if it was food poisoning, and I answered no it's my period. Out of my mouth and he said if I was sure I didn't want to home, he would drive me.

    Nothing is right anymore. He feels he is inside my most intimate circle. My feelings, my headaches, what he calls my periods, my workload, my sentiments for him. I'm supposed to have feelings for him. Feelings of intimacy. I am his girl now.

    He met my mother, they had a talk. Something that might interest me.

    Not Siblings But Life Long Sisters, In Marriage, Mothers, Together

    Growing up our neighbors had a daughter my age. We played on the floor, we went to playschool, kindergarten, grade school, high school, and college together. We are 'sister' and are each other's keepers. In college I lost my virginity, unplanned and unwanted. She sacrificed herself to him. We moved in together and off campus, we moved in together after college. The 'guy' showed up at our apartment, he had heard we were living in town and came to see us. He established himself as the male overlord and kept us for him.

    We are sixty two, have never lived apart since college, we've met our obligation to replace our place in the cosmos. We have been sister wives since our overlord moved in with us.

    We know that our lives are an exception, but a good one. We have never been lonely, never walked around with no one to talk to, someone to share breakfast with, a man who kept us together.

  • Sometimes Possessive Just Feels Right

    As near as I can put two and two together it started when he started calling me Baby. It was innocent, Baby can you get this report for me. I didn't like it, but I didn't. Well, then one day, a customer berated me, caught me by surprise. I called him a mother tucker snd stormed out of the room, straight yo 'his' office. "Are you going to let that asshole talk to me like that?" That day I really did become his 'Baby'.

    Another day, a company function, an out of the country manager touched me wrong. I slapped him. My 'man' turned in an instant, 'get away from my wife'. I stared at him. He escorted me away by the elbow. 'Stay away from that man'. Yes sir!

    To tell the truth when he said I was his wife my heart missed a beat. Enough to ask him "do you love me?" He answered like a man, 'don't let it go to your head'. Baby is the way a man shows affection, I mean possession. It took a few months but he came through. I'm his wife, for real.

    I like that he's possessive like he is. Baby is OK with me.

    Getting An Mrs. Degree

    I would like to say a few words. I was raised while my parents were in the foreign service. We lived in Europe, Africa, South America. By the time I was ready for college I felt I was blessed with my international experience. Certainly compared to some of the kids who had never been on the next block. But I made a big mistake.

    I'll call him George. George grew up and his first trip out of his county was riding the bus to college. He was teased and looked down upon. It bothered me. So I became his friend.

    George had never been close to a girl, other than his sisters. He treated me like a China doll. He was always polite. But he came up short when it came to being a red blooded American boy. Having a liberal education sex was not a big deal with me. But sex was off limits to him.
    Something about treating girls like he wanted boys to treat his sisters.

    On the day we got married, fresh from graduation, he permitted himself a drink or two. That night, when we faced each other, he asked me if I was a virgin. I told him yes, but no thanks to him. He went about his business. I got up in one piece and thanked him. Then went about preparing myself for bed. He sat on the small bedroom chair and said he'd come to bed in a minute. He had been told that this was going to be the best night of his life, and he didn't want to miss it.

  • Living My First Experience As 'the Girlfriend'

    I'm single. I made the mistake of allowing my coworker to have sex with me. He has decided that I am his girlfriend. Men are possessive, especially of women they consider theirs. I just have never experienced it. It's my first time.

    Trip To Switzerland

    Freshly out of a divorce my best friend at work convinced me to take a two week trip to Switzerland with her. She was needing a break and didn’t want to go there alone

    So I went.

    Let me say first off it’s a beautiful country and the men there are 100 percent my type. Of course my best friend and I totally both were planning on getting some dick while there.

    Honestly it didn’t take long for me to find a man. And didn’t take my friend long either. So after a dinner with both of them my friend went back to the hotel with her guy and the guy I was with lived close by so I went to his place

    Now I have only been with 3 guys in my life. A boyfriend back in high school. A boyfriend in college for about 5 months and then my husband 12 years. So every dick I’ve seen has been circumcised and hairy.

    So when I hook up with this guy from Switzerland he pulls off his pants and he’s got bikini briefs on. Super sexy in my opinion. But as I pull them off I’m greeted by a shaved uncircumcised dick! Shocker to me but I knew men there likely weren’t cut

    Having watched porn I knew how to use it so I get right to blowing him. And as he gets hard his dick is bigger than everyone I’ve had. As we get ready for penetration I reach in my bag and pull out a rubber.

    But as I’m about to open it I just ask if he’s clean. He says yes and I just took his word for it. I told him I got a birth control ring in. And told him I want to feel his uncut cock raw in me so I sit in it with my hairy pussy. I didn’t have time to wax before hand!

    Honestly it was the best sex I’ve have. It last for a while and ended with him cumming deep in me.

    After watching him clean his dick while I cleaned some cum out of my bush I got dressed. I decided to be sluty and said fuck it. I left my panties on the floor and just put my jeans on. Wanted to leave him a memory.

    As i get back to the hotel room my pussy is leaking cum.

    My Hispanic Heritage Boils Down To The Heat Within Me

    My mother was used by a man right after crossing over the border. Lots of younger women suffered the same fate. They saved their limited supply of BC for the days before crossing over. It was hopeless defense, and many like my mother became pregnant. I was born in a field far inside the border. My mother developed an infection. She was carried to a clinic but her infection had already attacked her organs and she died. I was five days old, and the doctor's wife raised me. My birth papers show them as my parents. Only my DNA uncovers my mother's true heritage.

    I never thought of myself as 'Mexican', although I knew I was adopted at eleven. Once I finished college and went to work I met a man who was also biracial, father Hispanic, mother American. Like me he looks white, but his DNA carries our Hispanic heritage. A night of misbehavior and we set in motion a Hispanic baby. She's so Hispanic, except her culture and behavior. Her siblings drew from both sides and avoid looking Hispanic.

    My husband, yes I married him, has decided we need to find our heritage. We lived in Mexico, then Colombia. Teaching our children Spanish. Adopt Hispanic customs. I admit that none of this has made me 'Hispanic'. I don't feel it. My children? Not at all. Only my husband pretends. We are not Hispanic, only our DNA is. I quit the experiment of my husband, and went home.

    There is one Hispanic trait. And that's heat. When I'm in heat only my husband can cool it. To do so, he goes manly aggressive. But I'm made for it, I'm the sheath of his sword. And he doesn't rest until his sword is exhausted. And that's my mother's g*ft to me. This heat that's kept my husband busy.

    Watched My Son In The Shower.

    This is a crazy experience that I could have never imagined, but I saw my son masturbating in the shower. Christopher is only 14 years old and I went into the bathroom to deliver some fresh towels as I had just done laundry.

    The glass shower doors are clear with some frosted panels and I was shocked to see him playing with his hard penis. My first reaction was to slip back out as quietly as I came in ,but for some reason I paused as I watched him.

    The first surprise was the fact that he looked rather big for his age and watching him thrust his hips back and forth while stroking was something for some reason I just couldn't look away from. I watched him in the throes of orgasm before quickly getting out of there.

    I know that this is a natural thing for boys discovering sexuality, but I was completely floored at actually seeing him masturbating. Right know my brain is rattled and I can't unsee what I saw. I'm sure that other moms may have been in a situation like this....

  • My Husband Is A Man Amongst Men And That's Why I Married Him

    I married a man twenty two years older. He's the poster child for paternalism. He's rich, self made, no nonsense CEO. I'm his proof that a man can buy anything. I sold out. For the money, the lifestyle, the influence, a sure thing for my kids? But in that equation you miss the obvious. He is a man. He walks amongst men. He exudes masculinity. I held out until I was driving myself crazy. I walked down the isle to take his hand, be branded with his name, live at his address, wear his rings, and bear his children.

    His money was an afterthought, it really doesn't matter. I did not marry him for his money. I married the man I'm in love with, and the man that loves me and wants me. The man who asked me, will you bear my children?