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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.

- Women Only -
Straight Female / 29

All Babies Are Welcome

At 28 I became pregnant with a married man from work. He dipped his pen in the company ink, I broke the rules having an affair with a married man. Now I was pregnant. Being who I am I very definitely worried, but not about money. I was embarrassed letting my mother know. But I never for one minute considered an abortion, or an adoption. My baby, my life.

At 13 weeks I had a miscarriage. I was devastated. My mother patted my hand. The clinic was cold and standoffish, this happens all the time. He was so sorry, and patted my little head. I became depressed, felt alone and unloved. One friend said maybe it was for the better, considering the situation.

I got a call from his wife, she came over. She held me and let me cry. In a few months you can try again. She invited me to join her women's group, she was insistent, I needed women around me, not men. I was the youngest, the 'young' wife. The motto per se was 'all babies are welcome'. I felt surrounded by mothers, who fully understood my loss and fully supported me trying again. I went to a class on Wednesday evening to help prepare women for motherhood. Everyone there was looking forward to welcoming babies in their life.

After six months I became pregnant again. I was under immediate care of this wonderful woman doctor. My new church home prayed with me, all babies are welcome. My class had several expectant mothers and we bonded right off. My baby father gave me all the support, as did his wife, at home, at church. All babies are welcome.

I have a bouncy baby boy, I work part time, my babies other mother sits for me, or my baby goes to Mother's Day Out at church. I officially joined my new church, and I am in an all young women's group. As well as in my other mother's women's group.

My life experience with a baby is so much more than I ever imagined. My church life is so nice, I am fully supported. My mother has gotten over her hesitations, still trying to think through my partnering situation. My son's father is all in, full time. I share my life with the whole family. All babies are welcome, and so are their mothers.

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# 74173 - by Star / October 22, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 47

    I'm Having A Hard Time With My Daughter And Her Attitudes

    I sat in a room with my daughter and some of her college era friends. They are all in their mid to late twenties, single and haven't had a date since high school. Frankly they are so full of themselves and without merit that no man wants to date them, much less fuck them.

    How different it was when I was young like them, and before. I got out of high school with my cherry intact, but one week at college and my cherry was popped and I swallowed cum. Yuck! Right? Wrong. I bragged to my roommate that I had been fucked, and that I had to suck him off and he held his hand over my mouth and nose and I had to swallow. No, sorry, he did not make love to me. He fucked me. I was a freshman, with a cherry, and he took my cherry and stuck his cock down my throat. And I worshiped the ground he walked on every since.

    Our conversations were more about how did I get lucky, than about protecting our little holes from the big bad wolf. What did I do? I said I did not know what I did. He saw me, he went after me, he wanted me, and he took me. And it was pretty much like that. No he did not grab me by the hair and drag me into a cave. He did bend me over the back of the couch and sent his dick up my unprepared vagina. That's how you fuck a freshman, over the the back of the sofa. Later on you get fucked in bed. I was way up there on the social scale. Not only had I been fucked, but the guy that fucked me was an upperclassman, and he kept me as a girlfriend.

    My daughter is 27. She is a virgin. Her own fault. Oh, I will never submit to that. Well you are missing out sweetie, because now you are too old for a guy to hunt you down. I was told earlier, when they were going through college that girls were experimenting. A friend had to tell me that meant they were making out with another girl, experimenting to see if they were lesbian material. Unfortunately for them, lesbians are a tiny little fraction of a small group of women. No, they did not listen. You went to college to get you cherry popped and a to have cock rammed down your throat. So that you can learn your place. Only in your place will a man have you.

    I have children, or I wouldn't be complaining about my daughter and her friends. I never asked myself or anyone whether having children was the most demeaning thing on earth, or the imposition of the patriarchy on me. I opened my legs wide for his dick to GET pregnant. That was my job. That was my place. My place. He has his, but that place is mine. And I got pregnant willingly and I didn't have to beg him for it. Motherhood suits you, that's all he said to me. Bring them on, I'm having babies.

    Yes, I'm frustrated. I want my daughter to know the world she is turning her back on. She thinks playing with herself along with her friends is having sex. It's not. You have sex when a man shoves his dick up your c**t. No vibrators, dildos, or butt plugs allowed. I have sex, my man doesn't let me retire. I know that deep down inside he would love to pop one of his daughter's friends, but I give him the evil eye about it. As long as my c**t is willing, his dick is spelunking down my hole.

    Enough with the rant, my husband is returning tomorrow from overseas and I am more than willing to receive him. I'm horny as hell now.

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    # 74166 - by Carol / October 21, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 37

    The Triangle We Live In And Unexpected Consequences

    As a young wife I had a very difficult pregnancy. The stress of childbirth was a relief to me. The after effects were that I became frigid. Any thought of another pregnancy froze me. My husband found affections in another's arms, she was a very nice girl. She became pregnant and I offered a divorce to my husband. After her child was born it was up to me to care for her daughter.

    When this girl turned 13 she asked me if I was her real mother. I said no, but I loved her as my own and her half brother. She didn't accept that, refused to recognize her mother, built a story that I was her mother. Her mother was hurt, blamed me for turning her daughter against her. Nothing was further from the truth.

    My husband treated her mother as a wife, and I had not been a wife for many years. Socially my children were from my house, my husband's mistress was not socially present. The child psychologist suggested we involve her mother more, so she sees that her mother is part of the family and she isn't embarrassed of her.

    Bringing her mother into my social life was impossible. Granted I had not been a wife in the way she was. But to the world I was and that's the woman I was and to that world she was my daughter. They knew nothing of her secret mother and that my husband had a mistress.

    I spoke with her at length, agreed she should spend more time with her daughter, but she did not want to be exposed, or upend her daughter's world. For all purposes I agreed that her daughter belonged to me, but she spend more time with her mother.

    I won't pretend that this triangle of my own making hasn't created a problem. None of us expected my stepdaughter to feel embarrassed of her mother. Divorce was the solution, but the divorce never happened. My husband would not have it, abandon his newborn son. And the triangle happened. I am quite frigid, emotionally and physically. She provides my husband with affection and the wife's warmth he needs.

    We will struggle with this phase of the children, love them as mother and stepmother. Other families struggle, this is our battle.

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    # 74154 - by Dianira / October 21, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 33

    A Daddy's Girl Forever

    My father rejected me when I came out as lesbian. He cut me off and refused to speak to me. I had to drop out of college and I moved to Oakland. I became an outspoken firebrand feminist. My social media reflected my views and feelings, further embarrassing my father. My mother pleaded with me, come home, give up that nonsense, apologize to your father, beg his forgiveness. I did the opposite, I would die a lesbian and my father could go to hell for all I cared.

    I was living with a fellow lesbian, but not romantically involved. She pleaded with me, grow up, go home, ask my father to accept me. "I can't respect you are in the wrong, not your father". Fuck you, was my answer.

    24 working in food service, fast food, my mother called, my father had pancreatic cancer. Come home now, make peace with your father, come home pregnant, with a husband. My roommate agreed with my mother, I had to go home and make peace with my father. Her brother was finishing his Ph.D. and could step in. It was a civil marriage for this one purpose. My roommate agreed to live with me 'till death did us part, if I got pregnant. I would have to put up with her brother but I would get her in the bargain.

    The sperm transfer was real, no eye contact, holding her hands. I went home married and pregnant and cried my heart out at my father's bedside. He put his hand on my head and told me I had been a bad girl. He always wanted me to give him a boat load of grandchildren. He died and my heart sank. I named my son after him, middle name, and had a daughter after him. My husband has a professor position and we live in Iowa, we now have three children. My sister-in-law is my life companion, without her love and support I would be another lost soul in Oakland. My father's hand is with me, he would have been 67, I wish his grandchildren had been able to know him.

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    # 74150 - by Meredith / October 21, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 43

    Replaced By A Younger Model

    The Old Man. No not my father, my husband.

    He stopped paying attention to me and nothing helped. Romantic evenings, wine, erotic movies. Those nasty medications. Nothing, nada. I wasn't ready. I got around a little but felt guilty. Settled into the long cold life before me.

    One day a year later a young woman stopped by with a baby. claimed she was looking for child support. I told her she was mistaken the old man couldn't have made her. She swore up and down he did, so I asked for a paternity test, the expensive one. The result was positive.

    I learned one thing about old men. They like young women. And young women like old men, with money.

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    # 74132 - by Swept Aside / October 20, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 30

    Picking My Daddy Carefully

    I am a small woman, five and a mm, 112 pounds. As most smaller women know, every man wants to be your Daddy, including sitting on his lap. One day you realize that you won't escape your Daddy. My goal was to find my true Daddy, lock stock and barrel. My Daddy is old enough to be my Daddy, smart enough and rich enough. If I'm going to be a Daddy's girl, Daddy's going to support me.

    At 23 I went into Mommy mode, I want my children's father around for graduations, and to walk the girls down the isle. Mommy mode screamed in my heart, get pregnant! Daddy was overly gentle while mommying me. We have two girls, Daddy's happy.

    I have no idea and never asked what my house costs, I gave my preference on the color, otherwise Daddy buys my car. I have an allowance, but Daddy's a soft touch if mommy needs more money. I've sat on his lap and kissed on the forehead. There isn't much more a girl can ask for.

    To my small women sisters, pick your Daddy, you deserve the best one.

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    # 74107 - by Missy / October 19, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    Hard For Me To Confess This

    I went to a private party where everyone but me were paired off. It was usual, everyone was nice, but moved on. I found myself outside by the pool thinking of nothing. My friend who invited me came out to talk to me. Be honest with her, a girl? I had no idea that's what they were thinking.

    My problem wasn't that, my problem was fear. A man on me.

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    # 74073 - by Does that matter / October 17, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    I'm Straight But One Afternoon For A Couple Of Hours I Was Girl Hungry

    I would like to ask, how many women like going to strip joints? Titty bars.

    For a bachelorette party we went to a titty bar. Not her first bachelorette party. One on the highway catering to blue collars and truck drivers. It was more or less empty, the music going, the girl on the pole. The hostess, I mean the girl throwing the party for the bride to be, asked the manager if there was a private room for us, and lots of girl, lots of tits, all kind of tits, you know, TITS.

    We were put in a party room in the back, with lights and music and the girls started to come in. Oh my God. When one of them got on her knees across my lap and ran her tits all over my face I thought i was going to pee my pants. Lots of crotch too, and I guess since we were women, they let us pull the thongs back to get a better view. We were allowed a whole lot of touchy touchy, nipple sucking and palming pussy too. I got a job done on me, legs spread wide open and this chick went down on me, through my panties though. Ate my clit and poked my panties in and packed them in tight. I came, in front of everyone and she gave me a great big kiss on the lips for it.

    These girls were friendly and nice and we all tipped well. Forget the dollar bills honey, we were putting tens and twenties in their g-strings. I had never ever sucked another woman's tits, not till that day that is. I swear that woman was all natural I couldn't feel a scar anywhere and her tits were so nice, my dream girl tits, if only I had been blessed like her. We kissed the girls, and after a few times the kissing felt good. Girl kissing, their soft skin and sweet lips, was not what I expected, but I know how why men want to kiss you and touch your face all the time.

    The bride to be went home horny as hell and so did I. I have asked my best girl friend to go with me, but she's like never ever. I can't convince her. If ever you want to try it with a girl, that's the place to go. The girls are really friendly and since you can't poke them they let you do what ever you want to do. I'm thinking hard of changing sides, but I need the money so I will stick to Old Comfortable Joe and the paychecks he brings home.

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    # 74044 - by Kelly / October 16, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 22

    Never Thought One Day I Would Elect Labiaplasty Over A Boob Job

    For my 20th birthday my grandma offered me some money for enhancement surgery. She had a friend who is a plastic surgeon treating the rich and beautiful. After interviewing her, for the money she suggested labiaplasty, a pretty pussy. Tits are fine, maybe in ten years a lift. Nose, chin, ok. A nice, beautiful, perfect pussy. "Before some boyfriend falls in love with it, you will."
    Grandma was surprised, all that money and no one gets to see the results. But it was my decision.

    Here to report, between bigger tits and a nice pussy, do your pussy. Sure it's uncomfortable and pricey, But you will fall in love immediately. Your thoughts turn to showing off, at a club, anonymously. But you keep it private, you don't flash it. It's for you to know and for him to find out.

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    # 74032 - by K / October 15, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 30

    This Women Thing Has Me At Wits End, But I Didn't Win The Lottery

    Being the youngest sister I was spoiled. Then came reality. I went to college and I'm supposed to 'live' on what I make. I can't. I made the decision of getting together with a man who can afford me. Or course that means I have to show him why he married me. I spent some money for an outfit to go out for my mother's birthday. I got called on it, why am I always spending money? To be honest, I didn't think I was spending money, I put on his credit card.

    Now I sit down with my sisters, the weekend is ruined because I didn't wear the outfit. I am told, again, live within your income. My mother confessed that's the way it was with our father. If he 'needed' a Jeep, buy it. If the wife 'needs' a pair of underpants, she is spending money unnecessarily. My older sister, who is the one that is most careful, just asks for permission, she got tired of being beat up asking for forgiveness.

    There is a lesson here, for all of us, all women. If the husband doesn't see the value in what you want to buy, get permission. It's ok to beg, to withhold sex, to give him leftovers, until he gives into you. A woman does not think like a man, and frankly most things don't even go through the brain. I see it, I like it, I buy it. That's the reason I got married. He got married so he can get sex when he wants, he sits down to a hot meal, his house is decorated and comfortable, and his kids are taken care of. He works, that's his job. I don't think being a wife is less work than his. It's different. And its 50 50, but that's not how he sees it.

    But I will take my sister's advise and ask for permission. I can't take the beating anymore when I ask for forgiveness.

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    # 74012 - by Lexi / October 14, 2024
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