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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 / 23

The Territory We're Beholding To, Or The Facts Of Life

In the end, no matter how you choose to phrase it, sex is the man's prerogative, and he can impose sex on you because he wants to. Psychologically, financially, outweighs you, intimidation, or just plain lust that for some reason you give in to.

Women have weapons, but they boil down to denial. It works for a while, but it usually ends with him looking elsewhere. It's unfair, but it's the system we're stuck with.

My education took me on a journey to a far flung place devoid of eligible males, a women's college. While I was in exile I lost interest in sex, never thought of it. After a time I became attached to other females. Never having had a sisterhood in my home I was surprised as to how close we were. Including a good amount of affection, both physical and emotional. Not sex, affection.

When I returned to civilization, back amongst men, I lost my self control and woke up with a dominant male. The night before he was a jerk, an asshole. What the new norm calls a toxic male. I wasn't hit over the head with a club, but I might as well have been. One morning I was free, came and went at my will. One other morning and my comings and goings were restricted. I asked myself where have my women friends gone?

They were all there, all around me. They read what I was blind to. A male had taken me.

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# 73798 - by Zoe / October 3, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 25

    Much Has Changed In The Year Since I Lost My Job

    After losing my job, fired, I went home to get my head straight. My head, not my ....

    I got a job part time at a home goods store owned by a friend of my mother. I have always been private about my private life and what I do with my privates. I met an interior designer, older, successful in our town. She came on to me, and I went along. She was more domineering than most men and I got fed up with her. Yes, she's successful but not my thing.

    I also met a guy and we got along. He never hit on me and I liked his company. When things got out of hand I wasn't prepared and I couldn't stop it. That's how I got in trouble. Luckily I was living at my parents and didn't have rent to pay. When I told him he went all man on me, his thumb was on me and he didn't remove it. I wiggled, I tried to get back my freedom, but he reacted strongly, like a man, and didn't back off. That's how I ended up married before I showed and went on a honeymoon to a house in the mountain.

    I had an epiphone up there, in the thin air. If I wanted a home for my unborn child, then I had to put up with him. At least I told myself that woman was a lot worse, and she couldn't get me pregnant.

    So for now I'm staying put, I'm still working part time, after this baby's born I'll have to make other decisions. My mother told me helping me was a once in a while thing. I'm the mother, she's going to be my problem full time. At least if I'm home full time I won't have to talk to that woman. I am most definitely not interested in dating her, and I'm married so that would be adultery.

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    # 73793 - by New Mrs. / October 2, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 63

    In Those Days We Looked For A College Boy And Didn't Let Go

    I am not one of those women that falls in bed quickly. In fact, I'm one of those women who is overly choosy. But I was nineteen once and I had an old model VW. I was on the highway between point A and B and the car gave out on me. Just quit running and I managed to coast off the highway onto the median. I suppose that with an old VW we all look taller, but I'm five six and as a nineteen year old I was a bit stocky. I pretended to know, but I didn't. I opened the deck lid but it was all Greek to me. It was hot too and the cars and trucks going by at seventy miles an hour. No one stopped.

    Finally, after what seemed like forever, this car stopped and a guy got out. A college kid, I could tell. At the time I was working as a waitress. Every waitress' dream was a college kid. Short hair, big guy, he wandered over and said 'Miss what's the problem?'.

    He confessed he wasn't a mechanic, but he did the basics of checking for fuel and battery. He said that the best was for him to drive me into the next big town and send a mechanic out, and a tow truck. I was in his hands, big hands by the way and you know what they say about a man with big hands. Don't get me wrong, it was my being nineteen. I sat beside him in his car, a not too old Cutlass and we drove till we got to a big enough town, about twenty miles, and stopped at a full service station. He gave the attendant his explanation, and the attendant was quick and said something about the fuel pump. Not fixable out there, so they sent out a tow truck. In the meantime we went to lunch.

    He was an engineering student, a sophomore, at the big state university. A college kid, from the big city. He had two sisters and a younger brother and said that last thing he wanted was for one of his sisters to be stranded on the highway. We waited until we saw the tow truck show up, about an hour later. We paid, I mean he paid, and we walked across to the service station. This is a foreign job the attendant said and that meant that parts weren't available. He tested the fuel line and agreed with his first conclusion, the fuel pump wasn't working. He cleaned out the filter and tried again, but it wasn't working. The best thing he could do was have one delivered the next day. Not only the cost of that, but an overnight as well and not being able to get to work. I went into puppy dog mode and looked up at my knight in shining armor.

    In those days it was cash only, no credit cards. I had less than twenty dollars and he had a another twenty, and there was dinner to think of. He called home to have his mother send him some money via Western Union. In the meantime I had to pay him, show him some love. I bathed myself as best I could after we got into the motel room. Came out ready to pay the bills. I was forward and told him he could have everything. Whatever he wanted. He asked me if I was willing to do anal. I said no, but I wasn't in a position to refuse either. I got an anal fucking. Boy it hurt like the devil. No lubricant, just his hard dick tearing into me. That's where I learned about the saying 'tearing me a new asshole'.

    I got the round the world treatment, down my throat, up my ass, and of course a liter of cum in my pussy. He was what one thinks of of a twenty year old man with free pussy. He fucked until there was no fuck left in him. I was past being embarrassed, I was sucking his dick and letting him finger me. It was a long hot night in that motel room. The next day the fuel pump arrived and he paid for it. I paid the night before, I reminded him. He said that I was a whore then. Well maybe, but how else was I going to pay him? That's exactly why he didn't want his sisters on the highway.

    To make a long story short, he made me sell the VW. He made me dress up to meet his mother, and tell her I was going to college, but wasn't enrolled yet. These were college people. I wore a nice conservative wedding dress that covered my expecting belly. His sisters were both bridesmaids. I did go to college several years later, but not until after I had a family started. We never did have a repeat of that night in the motel room. Little did I know that I had my honeymoon before I married him. I did get my college boy and that's all that mattered.

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    # 73741 - by Mary / September 29, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 35

    Me And My Sister, And The Ogre Of Life

    When we were kids my sister and I fantasized about being scullery maids in the basements of the ogres castle in the woods, as we helped with the wash and the dishes. It was our fantasy, it got us through our chores. Now, much older, with children under foot, these are still the chores that face me every day. The 'ogre' is life. My sister has her own chores to do. We laugh, if only all these chores would go away.

    A fortunate event, my husband got an unexpected bonus. After six months I invited my sister to go with me on a cruise. No cooking, no cleaning, no chores. Boring. Six days on a boat, no husband, no children. Boring.

    We live our separate lives, chained to our chores, in the castle basement our ogres saw fit to place us. Day in and day out, not a day of rest. If perhaps, another opportunity arose, we would not elect to leave our chores behind, our children to be cared for by their fathers, what we the mothers are there for.

    Our ogres are there to keep us sane.

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    # 73692 - by Jules / September 26, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 37

    The Laws Of The Jungle Control Us, No Matter Our Wishes

    This is about ownership snd submission. I am an unlikely candidate. A lawyer by trade, an amateur lesbian by vocation. In my younger years a professional activist for women's rights, and access to positions of authority. But along the way I had to be broken. The man who set out to brake me was himself unbroken, used to authority and submission. Only after submitting to him would he be happy.

    First there were attempts of moral submission, bend to his authority, submit to his hand. I resisted, but much of what came to happen was the will of the Gods, a man controlled the fiber of my being. Resistance was and is futile, any other man maybe. But this man spun me into his orbit, and once succeeded I was his satellite, as the moon is to earth, and earth to the sun.

    Then came sex, raw, forceful, unending. Long ago my body surrendered, my will fought him. It's a game of numbers, and with each sexual submission, I became bound to him more closely. Until thought no longer mattered. He owned my mind, he owned my body. All that was left was my will.

    Two long years, bent and broken, I faced him. Take my name and bear my children, he told me. I gave him my marital vows, his name became mine, my womb his to use and bear his children. Long gone was the fight in me, long gone my lesbian behavior. All that stood now was a loyal wife and mother of his children.

    This story repeats itself every day, all over the world. As it has since before written records. A man's need for a woman out paces all other needs, until she lays beside him. I know this, it's in the records of every church, every pagan ritual, every religion, every civil society. Through periods of peace, through wars, through famines, times of plenty. Man takes woman, to be a wife, and the mother of his children. In that I'm no different. I wear his name, have born his children. I belong to him. As women have through all the eons. It is the law of the jungle, and I accept it.

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    # 73688 - by Scarlet / September 25, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 41

    Some Thoughts Come To Mind, After Appreciating My Man With Me

    I've got to run, but before I go I thought I would leave you with an idea.

    When a man comes to fuck you, don't just lay there. I mean I know it's what you do, it's natural and everything, it's the go to position. But show the man that you want him, grab him to you, and call him an asshole. Feel his dick tearing through you and shove your pussy back at him. When he's done and catching his breath, bend down and suck his recently spent dick, grabbing his balls and squeezing them. Men's dick after ejaculation are very sensitive, especially the perineum. Touch him there gently.

    I'm not old or young, in between really. My college roommate taught me, and she claims her aunt taught her. In the old days girls were prepared properly. I know enough guys who complain about a 'fuck' and that's all there was to it.

    I don't activate for women taking over, he's the one fucking, and you're the one getting fucked. Let him, but show some appreciation. He could be fucking another woman.

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    # 73682 - by Veronica / September 25, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 27

    Every Little Girl Needs A Daddy To Take Care Of Her

    One night my life changed. I was a freshman, recently arrived on campus. Our dorm had a mixer with kids from other dorms, ours being the only all girl dorm. My new roommate and me went, not because we expected much from it. There were some counselors there, older kids male and females who were there to help with questions about rules, places to eat off campus, traditions, football, and other things to make our campus experience more pleasurable. We ended up with a group of girls with this guy who looked like a Teutonic god. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, large all over, and buff. All I thought about was what he was going to do to me if he caught me. I fantasized, not just that afternoon but at night as well. If I had to lose my virginity, then I knew who it would be.

    It was a couple of weeks later that I ran into him at the campus cafeteria. I was bold and went up to him to say hi, to see if he remembered me. He said there wasn't enough of me to remember, I'm pretty small. I said I remembered him, because there was a whole lot of him to remember. He answered that it wouldn't take much to break me like a twig. I told him that I could bend, but not break, but he could try if he wanted to. I focused on his bulge in his jeans, I guess he was getting aroused, because he covered himself with his hand. What, you don't like a girl appreciating you?, I asked him. And took his hand away. In response he grabbed me between the legs, a great big hand his finger up the crack of my behind.

    I went with him, even if he says he hauled me away. I bent over, even he says he bent me over. I pulled my pants down, even if he says he pulled my pants down. He stuck me, all the way in, grabbing my skinny hips when he did. Enough?, he asked me. Not enough, I told him.

    He grabbed me tight and thrust a couple of times before cumming, he counted the squirts, one, two, three, and four. Every drop he had , he squirted in me. He bent over me, still holding me down, now see here little one, Daddy fucked you, and now you belong to him. Well, if ever I wanted a Daddy it was that afternoon. He pulled out leaving me wet and bothered. He used his handkerchief to wipe his dick, and then stuck it up my slit to wipe me off.

    All of my campus life was about him. He was my 'big man on campus'', my 'Daddy figure'. My freshman experience started off with a bang, I took care of him for the rest of that year. He went on to serve his commitment and I stayed behind to grow him a son and take care of him. When he got out, I was old enough to marry, our son was three on his way to four already.

    I still call him Daddy, which he likes a lot, and he calls me 'little one'', which I like a lot.

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    # 73672 - by Eve / September 24, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 18

    I'm Not Cold Blooded, I'm In A Business Relationship

    I want to tell my story. I'm not yet thirty, I'm independently wealthy, a trust fund baby. I'm non plused when it comes to romance or sex. Every encounter, male or female, leads to the same outcome, gold digging, money.

    I was with an older woman, a nobody from nowhere, we met on a ferry. In the time it took to go from one side to the other she said something. 'Women like you need a man with more money than you have'. She repeated man, stay clear of women, unless it's for fun.

    That's where I am. He is 18 years older, self made, pretty toxic when it comes to the male female dynamic. His expectations are not what I want for me. My problem, frankly, is that I don't want to miss out on children. I'll take toxic, keep my mouth shut, if I get children. Even trade, the way I see it.

    The wedding is in October, small church, large reception. I'm not his first, he's been married, has children. He's my first. I'll be pregnant by Christmas, my birthday present.

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    # 73651 - by La Di Da / September 23, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    I Hate Big Dicks

    I know there is this mentality that everyone assumes women like big dicks but I don’t. I think they are uncomfortable and just useless

    Give a bj to a big dick sucks. It doesn’t fit in your mouth so you’re really only sucking the head. And sometimes they are so wide that you struggle to even get the dick in your mouth

    Even though their dick is so big it can only go so far into a women. Guys our pussies aren’t that deep. And mine is small and tight so no thanks no big ones

    Then anal… if you got a big dick anal is off limits. Ouch.

    Too many times I’ve had guys tell me I got a big dick. Sure that’s great but no thanks. No for me. If you tell me it’s big I’ll just say okay no sex for you. Yes I tell guys during sex that their dick is big but that is a confident boost for guys. Plus guys I have sex with are average to small

    I prefer a 5 to 6 inch dick.

    For me that size is perfect. It fits in my mouth. Fits in my pussy and my butt since I do like anal sex

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    # 73648 - by Ali / September 23, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 28

    No Regrets, It Makes Him Happy, And I Got My Baby

    I lay on the bed on my back watching the fan blades, round and round, while he inseminated me. I kept my mouth shut. Another woman of millions getting pregnant because that's how the man wants you. I did get a house with a nice kitchen, a den for the television, a master with an on suite. A yard, and a neighborhood swimming center.

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    # 73608 - by New Mommy / September 21, 2024
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