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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 / 34

A Woman's Place

I married a man twice my age. He taught me many things, not the least about sex. I grew up in a very conservative household. Before leaving home sex was never a discussion. I learned, or was told, about sex from my college roommate. Then at twenty I married a man because he wanted sex with me. I held out until he married me.

After our marriage he insisted in teaching me. He had me watch porn, read porn. Practice what I saw. My ex roommate told me that was not sex. Not lovemaking. A man should take you, not treat you like a sex doll.

I learned how to behave like a porn girl. Mostly submission in different positions. It didn't bother me, only he had a dick, I had the vagina. My mouth was also his to use. And eventually I submitted to anal sex. It did not bother me, if he was happy, I was happy.

A few years later he left me. I felt nothing for him.

I met a man in a casual social setting. He 'made love to me', like my friend told me, he 'took me'. I had my first spontaneous orgasm. I fell in love with him. I never told him, or behaved like a porn girl. I cooked, not well, but I cooked for him. I spent my time being like my mother. She was my model. In time he married me, I responded with children.

I have lived both lives, a for sex girlfriend, and a wife. Wife sex is better.

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# 73590 - by Sandy / September 19, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    Personal Truth

    Kid stuff. We were sixth graders. walking home from school my brother pointed to a bloody menstrual pad. He said it was a Vampire tea bag. Like I said, kid stuff.

    After Katrina a lot of people moved, lived in motels, vacant condos. Everyone was on public assistance. We lived in a motel on I10. One room, one bed. We didn't have any money. My brother noticed a bloody pad in the trash can. He made fun of me, if I had prepared a Vampire tea bag.

    I was not twelve.

    I loved him. We lived the life of gypsies for a long time. My parents got jobs, we finished high school. My brother took off for the Marine Corp. I got a job, and took classes at the HCC. My brother didn't come home. Except to be buried. Whenever I get my period I think about him. I'm lost without him.

    In a romantic relationship I'm very careful about disposing of my menstrual baggage.

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    # 73589 - by Pam / September 19, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 55

    Bike Riding In The Park.

    Back in the eighties, I used to go for bike rides through the local nature park on the many biking-hiking paths. It started rather innocently when I got a 10 speed bike and the handle bars were low and the seat was high. I noticed a lot of older guys were friendly and always said "Hi" when I rode by. It wasn't until a warm day when I went braless, did I realize that a loose tank top would reveal most of my small but perky breasts as I rode along.

    I was 16 and had really cute and perky 34b boobs with sharp pointed nipples as thick as my little finger. After a while I had several "regulars", meaning old guys who I always saw sitting on a park bench here and there. I would stop and talk to them, giving them a free peek down my shirt as I tied my shoes or checked my tires . I love to also wear short jogging shorts and when I stood with one foot on a park bench while straddling my bike my pubes and lips were clearly visible. I loved it when they tried not to stare at my pussy lips thru the leg opening while chatting.

    You wouldn't believe all the old guys who wanted to take me to dinner or to the movies. Some of these old dudes were in their 60s, LOL. That summer my cousin Trisha came to visit and we both started to ride in the park on Saturdays . Trisha was a year older and very busty, she actually sat on this one old guy named Roger's lap and she said he was getting hard as she wiggled around laughing.... LOL Just wondering if any other girls liked to show off and tease as a teen.

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    # 73576 - by Sherri / September 19, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 18

    My Dad Masturbating

    A few months ago my school had early release for 9th graders and I got home about 1:00pm. As I started down the hall I spotted my dad naked with the bathroom door open slightly. I could only see his backside but it was obvious that he was masturbating. He heard me walking and quickly closed the door.

    I went into my parent's room to chat my Mom about my day. Mom has been very sick for about a year and probably will be going into a nursing home. She spends most of her time either in bed or on the sofa watching TV. She can only get around with some help with her walker. While in there I saw a tube of KY on Dad's nightstand.

    One Saturday morning, Dad and I helped Mom into the bathtub and sat her on a little stool. I left the room to give them some privacy. After her bath, Dad helped Mom into the living room and she sat on the sofa. I thought I would help out and go down the hall and clean up the bathroom. To my surprise, when I passed their room Dad was rubbing his cock with KY and proceeded to masturbate as his cock got big and hard. I went in the bathroom, shocked and surprised. Curiosity got the best of me and I peeked around the corner and saw his hips buck back and forth as he shot several streams of cum onto mom's panties he had in his other hand.

    Since then I have become more aware of my Dad's masturbation, I haven't seen him do it much, but I know he's doing it a lot. I guess not having sex with Mom is making him super horny. I know his cock stands up rock hard. I've never seen a man hard cock in real life until now.

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    # 73540 - by Maria / September 17, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 49

    Once A Goody Two Shoes, You Always Are

    I am, was, a goody two shoes. I don't like parties where people get drunk or high. I don't understand how a girl can have sex with someone they don't know. A date, a real date. A respectful date. My mother told me 'tell them to keep their hands to themselves'.

    I went with my family to a weekend beach house with my father's partner. I was 18. They are doctors. The daughter was sixteen, so I took care of her. Big sister. We went for a walk on the beach at sundown. Fifteen minutes each way. Out of site of the beach house these three guys started walking beside us, asking dirty questions. Like 'do you want to fuck?'. We tried to turn and go back, but they blocked us. At this place on the beach they grabbed our wrists and dragged us into the dunes. It was what you think, a r**e. They taped our mouths shut.

    Three guys, two girls. They took turns, we got it all three ways, mouth, ass and up front. By more than one, probably all three. We were left alone before sunup. He police won't look for you if you haven't gone missing for 24 hours. We kept what happened between us, we said we got lost, and sat and waited until sunup. There were no cellphones, and we didn't know the phone number there.

    I went to college that fall. My new roommate met a guy and he asked her out. She said she would go with him on a double date. My date was a much older guy, 27. He was 'serious', he had worked doing something secret. He would not talk about it. I told him my secret. He said that was a gangbang. A hell of a way to cross the Rubicon. I didn't understand what he meant, the Rubicon, once you cross it you can't go back. He looked at me with real cold eyes, 'you will never be a virgin again'.

    That night he had me for fun. We were at our college apartment, we lived off campus, he had me until three a.m. when my roommate got home. She found us both naked, standing in the kitchen getting water to drink. Naked. And her date was with her. She said he didn't kiss her, he didn't lick ashtrays. She smoked. Naked. We stood there naked. She knew what he'd done. Naked. I was totally naked.

    We shared a room, he slept with me, and had sex with me when we woke up. I was a shitty teeny with a man almost ten years older. I got respect. I wasn't a goody two shoes right then.

    I got married six weeks later. Didn't tell my parents I'd eloped. He told them three years later at Thanksgiving. We got married in the church after that, and my mother gave me a virgin nightgown. From that day on I was a goody two shoes again. And I still am.

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    # 73535 - by Liz / September 16, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 35

    Going On A Ride To Free My Soul And Work On My Orgasm For The Day

    I'm a stay at home Mom. I was blessed with a nice set of boobs. On nice days like today, when my kids are in school, I go for a bike ride. Braless with a soft gotten top, so my nipples get a workout as my boobs hang loose, swinging while my legs pump me along. If I'm in the mood I wear my pink thong which wears tight, with my ruby buttplug. Sometimes I can achieve an orgasm on my ride, other times I come home and flip the bean while my pumping cock dildo does its job.

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    # 73533 - by DD / September 16, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 34

    There But For The Grace Of God Go I, Or Why Me Lord?

    This is a story about life in the hood. As one of four daughters, not the same fathers, we lived in a run down apartment complex. Our mother never got beyond the third grade, pregnant at thirteen, four kids by twenty. She worked cleaning houses.

    I was seven when she took me with her to clean this house for party. The house was owned by a Minister and his wife. They had three boys. They offered my mother to adopt me, give me a chance. I was adopted, and they became my parents. I went to the church school, and went to a Bible college.

    Meanwhile my sisters grew up in the hood. The goal for girls was an immaculate conception. Get on state aid and have an income. Other girls were gang property, prostitution. The school was ruled by two gangs, one Mexican, one black. Black girls were gang property, never had sex with a Mexican. Many Mexican girls were used by black gang members for shooting practice, r**e. A Mexican with a black baby was trash, never Mexican, not black. One of my sisters has a black father.

    A DNA test showed that my father was mixed white and Mexican. On the Mexican scale, white is better, black is at the bottom. My black sister is a prostitute for a Mexican gang. My other two sisters had immaculate conceptions and live on state aid. Both clean houses. I know I was lucky, a woman who dreamed of a 'little' girl, but only had boys. I was raised as the 'little' girl, the 'little' sister. My adoptive parents are over protective. As my sisters grew up, they kept me from them. No amount of praying saved my sisters, they were 'victims' of circumstance.

    My mother, birth mother, my sisters, my nieces and nephews are happy, they are a family. Even my black sister whose nickname is 'la negra'. I am not accepted. My looks, my straight teeth, my clothes, my education, my holier than thou attitude. Baptist and Catholics are different. They don't envy me. They don't accept me. I am not their sister.

    I became a woman quite by accident. I wasn't old enough, 'legal'. It was at a weekend retreat, the 'boy' was older. I looked up at the sky, thought about Jesus. I didn't have an immaculate conception. I shrugged it off. No Mexican gang member, not a black gang r**e. A white boy, if I did get pregnant, my baby would be white, not Mexican. But I didn't even do that tight. I went to Bible College instead. Married a Bible thumper, son of a builder. We have four white children. These cousins have never met their blood cousins in the hood.

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    # 73512 - by Charley (Carlota) / September 15, 2024
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    Straight Female / 46

    I Caught Our Son Watching Us Have Sex And Let Him Watch

    A couple nights ago my husband and I were making love in our bed (we still have a good sex life). As I was getting on top so I could ride him, out of the corner of my eye I saw our son standing in the doorway watching us through a crack in the open door. We always shut the door so he obviously had opened it to spy on us.

    For some reason, instead of getting angry and letting his father know, it turned me on like crazy and I decided to put on a show for him. I sat up straight and rode his father like mad, bouncing on him and moaning loudly. After we both orgasmed I peeked over at the door and he was gone.

    I have no intentions of telling his father, but I'm torn about whether or not I should bring it up with my son. After I noticed him watching us I lost control, and my orgasm was very intense. To be honest, I wouldn't mind if he spied on us again.

    Are there any other mothers here who've been in my situation, or something similar? How'd you handle it?

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    # 73494 - by MomMelissa / September 14, 2024
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    Straight Female / 35

    Accidently Becoming His Girl

    I was an afterthought hire and was put in a temporary office in the executive section. The cofounder and head if everything except sales and operations met me at the coffee bar. He liked how I made his coffee and I became his coffee girl. Because I wasn't a secretary I got a lot of criticism from coworkers, mostly women. It didn't bother me, I liked serving my father.

    Even after I got a permanent workstation, that's a cubicle, he still had me get him his coffee. Sometimes he had me stay and talk with me. About everything personal in my life, and advice. People got jealous. One of those days I mentioned my birthday coming up. How old? 25. He said he had graduated from business school 25 years ago. About that same time. It took a few minutes and he said his graduation was the day I was born. And without warning he hugged me, a bear hug, a man hug, and I put my arms around his waist.

    All of a sudden I was his favorite, he personally took over my professional growth. Promoting me, salary increases. Stock tips, stock options. And personal hugs and soft kisses on my lips and cheeks. I was under his umbrella. Personal invitations. Personal. He didn't so much as make love to me, he absorbed me into him. I was no longer an employee, I was his emotional investment.

    I rose in the corporation, back to the office next to him. Still his coffee girl, on steroids.

    Today it's ten years later, he turns sixty. His hugs, and kisses are just as intense as ever. But now he makes love to me. Slowly. On my birthday he treats me to something special, and he did take me to his 25th reunion. His 'girl', Not a title you apply for.

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    # 73484 - by Lara / September 13, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 70

    In Many Ways Our Times Were Better

    I'm going back to when I sixteen, Thanksgiving. My cousin was back from serving overseas, he was in Germany not VN. He was talking to me, then he touched me, gently, between my legs. I'm sure my eyes opened wide, I didn't speak. But I remembered, it felt good in a real weird way.

    I was a freshman in college, I went to an outdoor show with my dormmate. We met some guys. We left to eat pizza, they got real friendly, offered us the college experience. We woke up the next morning in their apartment. I was in one room, undressed, and no longer virgin. I walked out looking for a bathroom and saw my dormmate under the arm of the other guy.

    After using the bathroom, using toothpaste and my finger. I went downstairs to the other guy, the one that had slept with me. I asked him what his name was, I wanted to know in case I was pregnant. He was upset about it. But what if? Same with my dormmate. In those days girls just didn't go on birth control.

    When I met the man I married I felt compelled to confess to him that I wasn't a virgin. In those days that was important. A man needed to know he wasn't marrying a virgin.

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    # 73419 - by P / September 10, 2024
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