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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 38

Twenty Years Since High School I'm Not An Adult Yet

It doesn't seem possible that I graduated from high school twenty years ago. Since then a lot has happened. I went to college, graduated, worked, became pregnant and had a child, struggled with the father, wound up where I am now, living with a female friend with benefits.

We don't pretend to be romantically involved, but we do care for each other. We have sex together because men get you pregnant and always want to be the boss of you. We know this is not healthy. I would much prefer my son's father, who I am still in love with, but he's married.

At one time, ages ago I went to a sex party. Me and another girl. It was r**e, out and out r**e. She and I woke up together back at my house. What I learned was that sometimes a woman can have sex with you and it's so real and rewarding. She and I remained sexual for a long time, until she got married after college and I got pregnant.

I'm lucky I have such a woman in my life. Making love with her is nothing like making love with my son's father. One makes love for each other, the other has sex for himself. That said, I sometimes need my son's father, need him like I need a tooth extraction, but not getting relief from him the pain is unbearable.

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# 73269 - by Tania / September 2, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    It Took A While Before I Got Me A Man To Fuck Me

    We lived in small house in West Virginia. My father was a mechanic and my mother a waitress. We were four kids, we all slept in the same room in bunkbeds. By the time the boys were teenagers we heard them jerking off, and if we were too close to them they used us to hump with. We were the typical family, two older boys and two baby sisters. We did kiss their dicks.

    After the boys left home things were too quiet. We were old enough to start dating. For me none of the boys measured up to my brothers. Or father for that matter. My mother told me that I was too picky, some boys never learned how to be men, which she didn't blame me. My sister married a guy she met and moved to Virginia to have kids and play housewife.

    I was 29 and never been kissed, never had a dick in me. Never had the big O, other than with my hand. I was fucked up the backside, behind the barn on my grandfather's farm. He was big man, much bigger and stronger than I was. He did all the fucking, I didn't cooperate. I told my mother about it, we were both women by then, and she just looked at me and said now I knew what a man felt like.

    I got pregnant and had a boy I named Terrance. I was thirty five when I got fucked again. Again, the man was hunter type and it was fall and he was in camo. I got fucked in my bedroom. Fucked. No foreplay, no nothing. Shoved down and fucked. He fucked me after that, and I did the dishes. He married me out of pity and I married him out of desperation. I had a girl for him, and he got along with Terrance. When the moon was right I got fucked out on the deck, I'm sure that both my children saw him.

    He had a supply store for the farmers and hunters. My brothers got along well with him, although my sister had gone soft and thought he was obnoxious. My mother liked him from the beginning. If I had to get married at least I married a man who could support me.

    When the moon is in the right place I lean over the railing. I look at the moon in the reflection of the creek below me. I get fucked, no foreplay, no nothing. If I'm lucky he'll slap my bare ass when he's done. If I'm unlucky I pull up my pants and got get him a beer.

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    # 73252 - by Sharon / September 1, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 30

    Household Items Used As Dildo?

    What is your go too item you used or use for pleasure when your in need and not having sex?

    In high school mine was my favorite hairbrush. It had a perfect handle in it that worked great as a makeshift dildo.

    Or my other go too was a nice cucumber. My dad always had a big garden so I’d find a cucumber that I thought was perfect size for me. I’d clean it well then take a condom out of my parents room and put it in on the cucumber. I’ll admit I’ve have a cucumber in my pussy and butt

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    # 73245 - by Hannah / August 31, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 35

    Interracial Affair With Her Hung Thick Cock Boyfriend

    Where I work I over heard a white coworker brag her boyfriend has the hots for a dark black skin bbw n***o with big saggy tits. She claims he has to ease his penis slowly in her. About a week later I sat across from her at the lunch table to find out more about her boyfriend. I'm a big really black skin n***o with big thick fat kitty lips. Several days later she showed me her boyfriend's dick pics. For a white dude he had a very fat cock. I used my cell phone and text him.
    We used the nearby motel. That was getting costly so we used his place. He used and screwed me good. I would hold my fat thick black kitty lips wide open for him to stick his dick all the way in me as I played with my aroused clit.
    His girlfriend caught us screwing. He thought her relationship him would end. Instead she ran her tongue up and down my fat slit while she slapped my enormous tits and played with my areolas.

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    # 73240 - by Pam / August 31, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 45

    It's Me And Mary And Our Two Sons And Our Girl Ella, And Our Husband

    This story is about me a Mary. Everyone else is a coincidence in place and time.

    Mary came into my life when I was 18, new in everything, no experience in life. Mary sat beside me during orientation. She held my hand, you will do fine, she told me. We went through all our inductions, assigned to the same dorm. We asked to share a room.

    Mary is my best friend. My first and best friend. We spent our university years together. After 'school' we both chose to certify in obstetrics. Delivering babies. Except the doctor delivered the babies, our job was to assist. We worked off an on on the same shift. But we had to cover day and night and all week long. When we had a day off together it was a holiday for us.

    We were tired after a particularly busy day. We had drawn the same shift. The doctor was do young, as young as us. He was from one of those schools, did medical school at Harvard, now he was chief resident with us. Down in the trenches, he said, on the cusp of life. We delivered five babies that day. He asked us when we were going to take our place on the line, he promised he would deliver our babies too.

    It was Mary who said 'with who?' We didn't even have a boyfriend, much less a husband. Don't worry about that, he was ready willing and able. It was an uncomfortable moment. Here we were caring for pregnant girls about to give birth and here we were embarrassed about getting pregnant. That's how all those girls came to us, when the man was ready, willing and able. When was it going to be our turn.

    It was the following year, after his residency was complete, he was accepted in New York, as a baby doctor there. He asked us to come along. New York. He set us up in a family apartment. He kept tabs on us, requesting that we be his support nurses when he was on call. The days were long, the New York men seemed to be ready, willing and able, all the time. So many young girls, so many babies went home with girls not yet able to run a home.

    It was Christmas Eve that year when our young doctor said to us, it's your turn now. And we soon became pregnant. We gave birth a few days apart, and yes our babies father delivered his own sons. What we did next was against the law, he married me in New York snd married Mary in Toronto a few months later.

    Our sons are well along in University. We kept our family small, but in spite of our best efforts a little girl came along.

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    # 73208 - by Anne Marie / August 29, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 37

    I Actually Love Anal Sex Now

    When I began having sex anal was a hard no for me. I didnt want anything up my butt especially a thick dick. I thought it would hurt and it wasn’t appealing to me

    But when I got in college I let a guy I had sex with fuck my butt one might when he asked. I told him he better get a big bottle of lube and your wearing a condom still

    Starting last year my husband kept poking around at my back door. First it was his thumb in my butthole during sex in doggy then it turned into him fingering my butt during oral. So I secretly bought some lube

    One night during sex I told him he could fuck my butt only of he went slow. Told him I got lube and it’s in my night stand. Something was different that time. It hurt at first but once he got going I started to enjoy it. But I didn’t want him to know that!

    He finished in me. My first anal creampie. I actually liked it and the orgasm I had during anal was surprising.

    So a few nights later I was asking for anal again

    Fast forward to now. We have anal pretty regularly. Which surprises me so much because lots of women hate it but I find it pleasurable

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    # 73206 - by Sam / August 29, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 36

    In The End I'm Jimmy's Housewife And The Mother Of His Children

    I'm Canadian, from the great plains. Grew up farming, seven brothers and sisters. Family, church, school. The boys got drafted into farming and the girls drafted into housewives. I don't have a thing against housewives, but it wasn't for me. I joined the Army after school and was deployed in Canada, never went overseas. It was during my Army life that I put two and two together, and why housewife was never going to be my profession. I became involved with a friend and at the end of my commitment moved in with her to attended a small college in Toronto.

    On a trip back home, my first in three years, all the men outside the women in the kitchen I was called out for not being married, and not having children. In a few minutes every sister and sister in law, mother and aunt were on me for throwing my life away, my child bearing years wasted. Guilt overwhelmed me, I married Jimmy from my growing up days and in rapid succession produced three children. I also moved back to the womb.

    With my oldest starting junior high I told Jimmy, sorry but I'm a lesbian. I love you, like I love my older brother. But you need to move out of the bedroom. In our community every one knows everything, and being kicked out of the bedroom isn't an only thing, but not for a woman in her thirties who still needs a man's attention. Unless, she's lesbian. I found out the high school librarian, the nurse in Dr. Spencer's office, the tax collector were all lesbians. A small group, all women have children. But I was the youngest with a still very hungry husband.

    After an argument telling Jimmy I was fed up with being a housewife, I found myself pressed against the island in the kitchen, before being taken back to the bedroom. I had to explain to my daughters their father's hunger, and one day they would have to feed the lion. Jimmy moved back into the bedroom, my short lesbian freedom was over. My lesbian friends told me I acted out too early, thirty five is prime beef and my husband wasn't on a diet. Give him what he wants, be firm, but bide your time. And I can't support myself.

    I'm a housewife twenty four seven, my girls take up a lot of my time, Jimmy wants me home so I'm no longer working part time. Since I acted out, Jimmy's been hungry, and he doesn't eat out or at another table. He only wants home cooking. And I'm talking sex, not roast beef and mashed potatoes. I guess lesbian isn't on the table.

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    # 73198 - by Louise / August 29, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 44

    The Purest Sex A Girl Can Have Is Sex With Her Brother

    The home I grew up in was on a large lot, with a big oak tree on it. The garage was off to one side, with a dirt driveway. We had the modern conveniences, but my mother insisted on sun drying our clothes whenever possible. Being the daughter I helped her with her chores. I have only good feelings of growing up. My father and brothers were pampered and taken care of. I never felt burdened or taken advantage of. My brothers had their chores, and I had mine.

    Calamity came to our house when my middle brother was killed in a sky diving accident. It was the darkest of darkest days for me. I identified with my brother and anything naughty had been with him. I had given myself to him as a 'bride' when I was thirteen. I was his home wife, I looked after him. I suspect my mother had a sixth sense about us, but she never voiced it. And now with my brother gone, she held me and wouldn't release me. She told me she knew I loved him and losing your first love is the hardest.

    It was not until I was in my late thirties that I let a man have me, to force his way and fuck me. It was a very unpleasant experience. I regretted it immediately and kicked him out with malice. I cried myself to sleep, feeling myself where he fucked me. I lay on my stomach with my finger in my vagina, which was filled with his semen. I tasted it. I used my finger to pull out his semen and I tasted it and swallowed it. I apologized to him and told him I hadn't been fucked since I was a high school girl and it overwhelmed me. If he was interested he could fuck me.

    It wasn't romantic, there were no expressions of love, it was a man fucking a woman, and a woman with a dick in her vagina. After he fucked me I used my finger to pull out as much of his semen as I could and I sucked my finger clean, before going back for more. I never told him about that. It was during those days of that behavior that I realized I was grieving for my lost brother. But now a man owned me and he was leaving his semen in me. On one occasion, I positioned myself with my butt in the air and told him not to stop until he had filled me. To keep fucking me, not to stop.

    I lay under him and think of those days I lay under my brother in our house with the oak tree. I can't help it. I give him as much sex as he wants, I don't refuse him. I've taken over most all of the chores for him, and don't complain about woman's work. I want his big strong hands to grab me, I want his embrace to immobilize me, I want his dick in me, I want his semen. I've decided to marry him, in spite of his first wife baggage. What I have not been able to do is blow him. I need to keep those memories of when I blew my brother, sucked the life right out of him.

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    # 73158 - by Samantha / August 27, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 29

    Raised One Way, My Clock Was Reset After An Incident

    It's been eight years now. We were in our senior year and we went to Cabo for Spring break, one of the girls got to use her parent's time share. It was four girls, and two guys, one of them my boyfriend.

    One night we were out drinking. Some guys moved in on us. My boyfriend was scared off, he ran like a rabbit. These men wanted to party with us. They got real personal real quickly. One of then grabbed me between the legs. I slapped him, he broke my nose when he hit me with his fist. He grabbed me by the hair and started to drag me out of the bar. A guy from the crowd stepped in and decked him, and held the other guys off with a gun. He took me with him.

    My clock was reset completely. My boyfriend said he was scared they were going to hurt him and abandoned me. Whatever I had felt for him was dead. I ran with a different crowd after that. 100% testosterone. No words necessary to keep me in line, he just had to look at me. I shared myself with him, I became his quiet girlfriend.

    Eight years is a long time, I've relaxed a lot since then. But my instinct is for men like the one that saved me. My blood runs hot with him, my blood is ice cold with my old boyfriend.

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    # 73144 - by Jen / August 26, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 28

    Between A Man And Woman I Had To Choose Which One To Be With

    Let me set it up for you. I was one of several clerical workers, although I am degreed. My boss at the time was a 35 year old Mexican who arrived and stayed after college. She had a make do husband for a couple of years to get her green card. By her own admission, it was purely a business arrangement, she paid and he never touched her. And by touching I mean any touching. She is a born again lesbian and she confided that to me. I am not, but for some reason I am hit on constantly. "If you only let me kiss you, you will know you want me too". Yuck.

    Well the department we worked for was headed up by a 35 year old man, who even from my place, I knew to be incompetent. Both technically and as a manager. He was arrogant and belonged to the inner circle of management. Golf trips, fishing in Alaska, while they burned down the company. My boss kept things in our department running. She is a very good manager, and she knows her stuff technically. If she just didn't keep coming onto me and wanting to kiss me. Yuck again.

    An outsider showed up one day and we all had to gather while he was introduced to us. He was there at the request of the Board to complete an 'audit'. We didn't know what kind of audit, but we were told to cooperate. Do what we were told and not ask questions. He zeroed in on me, and made me his go between with the department. He stared at my tits, stared, he talked and his eyes never left my tits. He stared at my crotch, stared so that I had to sit to hide my crotch from him. He stared at my ass. He stared at my mouth. He stared into my eyes.

    My boss suggested that I let her kiss me, in a more or less public setting so that he would get the message that I wasn't a dick lover. I am, but that is what we did. When she kissed me it was after a lunch at a restaurant before letting me sit in the car. It was a long drawn out kiss, and she held my head to her and she told she loved me. We were seem by the other car of coworkers that had gone to lunch and it spread like wildfire. This consultant heard it too, from some woman who wanted to make points with him. He confronted me. As far as he was concerned he had picked me out of the pack, so why was I behaving like that. No more kissing, unless it was with him. I won't say yuck, and when she kissed me it wasn't as yuck as I thought it would be.

    He confronted her and told her when he was done he was taking me with him, so go find a girl elsewhere. When he got me alone he imposed his will on me. All over me, not just a kiss, he made sure that I was a girl in all the right places. Again, no yuck. I let him, from an angry bee to totally compliant. My boss saw it, he made sure she was present, and she witnessed his penetration, which was all show for her.

    Well, she wasn't going to take it. She asked me to come to her place on the weekend and to bring a pair of clean panties. She was upfront about it. If I let that 'asshole' touch me, well then I had to let her touch me and prove to me once and for all that I was going to stay with her and not go away with him. It was a full on love making session, head to toe and everywhere in between. The panties I wore there she used as an aphrodisiac. I sat up and she put her arms around me, her naked breasts against my back, her hands cupping me. She said again she loved me. To come live with her.

    The audit turned up some conflicts of interest, in other words some management stealing. The boss of the department was fired, along with another two coconspirators. My boss was promoted to head of the department and I was promoted to her old job. She was open about our 'relationship' so no one would come around later and accuse us of some form of nepotism. He offered to take me with him, to go with him and he would make me happy.

    I stayed with my boss, and moved in with her and we dealt with the issues of conflict between a boss and subordinate that were lovers. It was all over, it is impossible to think that anyone in the company doesn't know about those lesbians in our department. Our 'auditor' calls to check in on me, and he says the offer is open. He wants me to go to him. If I wasn't already living with her I would probably follow him. And I do miss the whiskers and his hands and his manhood. But, I had to make a choice. To be loved, or to be wanted.

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    # 73142 - by Luisa / August 26, 2024
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