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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 34

What Men Don't Understand, Women Just Don't Have Sex And Move On

First week at college during orientation, I met a girl, and together we met these guys. They were graduate assistants and they took us out to show us a good time. We were getting the college experience and we hadn't started classes. We went to this C&W BBQ and they bought beers for us, and we paired off. We went back to one guy's apartment and they 'taught' us how to have sex.

Five years later I was washing dishes at his place. He wanted an explanation from me. I told him again, wake up under a man, you never get over him. He was stuck with me, so he needed to get used to me, I wasn't away at college any more. I was going to be washing dishes there from then on.

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# 72969 - by Eve / August 17, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 60

    A Frightful Incident Changed My Life Path Forever

    As a college senior in 1984 I asked a male friend to help me borrow my brother's car, to give me a ride to his apartment. My brother's car was a 240Z, silver, ten years old. A stick shift. My friend offered to drive it but I insisted I could drive it. He followed me. Sure enough, at a stop sign I pulled out and the car died halfway out in the intersection, this pickup managed to swerve enough to avoid hitting me broadside, but still clipped the front end and I was thrown around and ended up on one side on the driver's side. My friend crawled up on the other side and got the door open, scared the car would explode he 'dragged' me out, tearing my dress when he did. In those days the car didn't have seat belts.

    I found myself in his embrace, trembling uncontrollably, while he comforted me. It was the very first time a 'boy' embraced me, and I didn't want him to release me. I never recovered, permanently scared from the experience. I won't call it 'love', it was something different. At the right moment after we were back at my apartment I gave into him completely. By the time I woke up the next morning, aching from the accident, my goose was cooked, I was permanently attached to him.

    When he takes me in his embrace, even after all these years, my brain disconnects and my body can't be pleased until he completely takes me. It's truly not conscious, it's something animalistic, I grip him to me.

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    # 72942 - by Mandy / August 16, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 36

    Stereotypes, Who Needs Them

    It was my sister's idea. A vacation on a beach in a foreign land. What could happen?

    We left excited, a small hotel on a secluded private beach. After a half day traveling, and another three hour bus ride we arrived at the hotel that looked nothing like the advertisements. Run down, isolated, the private beach non existent. We had been scammed, and the prepaid week was gone, no refunds.

    We caught a bus back to the capital, a hotel with a pool and businessmen. My sister was picked up that first night, I spent the night alone in our hotel room. The next day my sister laid out by the pool and ended up with second degree sunburns on her chest and ankles and that ruined everything.

    I chose to eat alone in the coffee shop downstairs. A sleazy businessman wanted to join me. Like a moth to the light I followed him to his room, where he was not smooth, not nice, he was a brute, more of a beating than love making. My sister was all about the guy that picked her up, he was enormous, so big that she could hardly accommodate him. What about my guy? Tiny dicks, make rough lovers.

    After a week we went home, I had my lover all week, he got less creepy, and I even gave him a goodbye bj. My sister's puss filled blisters kept her out of the action. When we were back, our vacation a distant memory, I got a call from Mr. Horrible. He wanted a relationship. Creepy crawly, little dickey, boyfriend. My sister had been unlaid since our vacation.

    When creepy crawly got me pregnant, it was forever obvious, little dick shot me a girl baby. My sister, well she met this construction worker Bobby, actually a dry wall installer. His dick was so big she needed a week to recover. She let herself get pregnant, and as you would expect he fucked her a boy baby. See, big dicks, boys. Little dicks, girls.

    Creepy crawly kept feeding me girls, and dry wall Bobby fucked her another boy. Creepy crawly made a lot of money, little dick big brains. Big dick Bobby, was broke and getting broker. Big dick no brains.

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    # 72931 - by Kathy / August 15, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 37

    I Just Celebrated My 5th Anniversary With A Husband

    I'm being serious. I am a lesbian wife of a man 14 years older. I met him at work. He was divorced with two children and his exwife ran off with some guy from California. He was looking for a woman to have in his home, he is one of those men that needs to have a woman around. Yes, to do the cooking and cleaning. And also, help when his children are visiting.

    On my side I was a lowly purchasing clerk with no future. I have trouble committing and all my experiences ended in leaving. I was 32 and staring at the walls of an empty apartment. In a very sketchy part of town, with a 1996 Civic. Actually the conversation with him started over the Civic. I needed repairs that I couldn't afford and my credit card was maxed out and he was considering giving me a personal loan to get my car fixed. He is the one that said, why don't you come over and do some housework and work of the loan the way. The amount was 1,700.

    I don't do housework in my work clothes. I went over in an old pair of jean shorts and T. I'm serious. He pinched my nipple. He apologized but the ice was broken. He pushed my top off and got in my pants and performed his he-man scene on me. Only once before in my life had I had sex with a male, and that was when I was fourteen and I have bad memories of it. But now I was there and he was finishing, pumping like crazy, holding me down hard with his hands on my shoulders, saying things like 'God damn I like pussy'. When he got off I was all wet, I was dripping when I went to the bathroom to clean up. I had never had cum run down my legs before. When I came out of the bathroom he told me he wanted me to come to him and he wanted to fuck me again.

    Again, yes the time wasn't immediate, but he was just as hard the second time and this time he talked to me all they way through it, grabbing my face and telling me to keep eye contact with him while he fucked me. He told me things like 'there is a reason women get fucked', that he didn't realize how much he wanted me, don't tell him if I had ever been fucked before he didn't want to hear it, he wanted to wake up and smell me beside him. He was just as intense when he came the second time, squeezing the last drop out so as not to cheat me.

    I lost my head and after two weeks I married him on an escape weekend. For months after I got married he fucked me every time he could, he was pissed enough when I had my period and took it out on me as soon as I was available to him again. I had never had sex like that in my life. I had never even thought about a man's lust for a woman. To say he destroyed my pussy, that's how I felt. I was scared my pussy would never be the same again. My social circle were all lesbians and they were the only ones that I could talk to, and to a T they all said go for it, he gets the pussy and I get the money. We were all poor lesbians.

    The honeymoon was over slowly, the sex was just as intense but not as often. He sat at the table to watch me do women's work. Calling me to him to pinch my nipples or kiss me. I got nice clothes and a new car and he moved into a much nicer place with me. He wanted a place with three bedrooms so when his kids came they each had their bedroom. He had this thing about watching me clean with my ass up and I got slapped on the ass a lot or he grabbed my pussy from the back and called me to the bedroom. I learned a lot about an erection, and grabbing it and I chocked on it when I first put it in my mouth for him.

    I'm 37 now and life is normal. He helps with the household chores, but I do most everything. I can work if I want to but I don't have to. I took two years off to get my head straight and get a masters. I am back to being a lesbian and having all those lesbian feelings. Like a volcano erupting they came back with a vengeance. Sex with him is obligatory, I lay back and he makes love to me, but that feeling when I first got married is gone and I don't know if it will ever come back to me. I'll be honest, during those days when he started fucking me it did something to me. I'll never run off with some guy from California.

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    # 72847 - by Cathy / August 11, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 33

    Once You're Spoiled By A Master How Can You Top That

    "Down a road I never imagined. I was one of four clerks in the office. The newest, but not the youngest. I had just received my associates degree in business. My path had been from wanting to be a Nun, to being a kindergarten teacher at the school I grew up in, to being a travel agent. Without any formal education the Priest in my Parish suggested strongly I needed to find something, and get an education. That's when I went to our local college and got my associates in business. Even I recognized I was stuck at seventeen. I didn't want to grow up, but I was twenty five.

    At my job the owner asked me go with him to a customer's shop. It was a big warehouse with welding and noisy machines making stuff out of metal. A fabrication shop. The men there looked at me in a scary way and I stayed close to my boss. He got his business done and we stopped to eat at a roadside hamburger grill. Everyone were men like the men from the shop. The girl working the counter had on a top that said "I Give Head" and tattoos on her arms and chest.

    We ate quietly. My boss said something about the counter girl, then he looked at me and told me if I ever got a tattoo he would give me a lickin' that I would not forget. He wanted me to see another world, a world I would never live in, a world that put food on my table. On the way back to the office I asked what that girl's shirt meant. I had never heard that expression.

    I became his office favorite. He was very affectionate with me. One day he wanted something special for me and took me that ugly side of town where he grew up. A tattoo parlor and had a tattoo put on my ass. I could only see it with a mirror, two Japanese characters, his name in Kanji characters on my ass. He took me for a ride and then to his house. He had me stand facing away from him and he lowered my pants to inspect his tattoo. He pulled my pants down below my butt before turning me around to inspect me, and he asked me if I was his virgin girl.

    I didn't stop him when he took my shirt and bra off. He held my boobs in his hands and kissed me where he would have me tattooed again for him. I was totally nude by then, barefoot, with nothing on but my earrings. The 'act' itself was uneventful, he managed by himself, I didn't know enough to help or participate.

    Now that he had cemented his relationship with me he spent a lot of time educating me on how to please him. Along the way he had my breast tattooed with his Kanji characters. I took my training seriously, I wanted to please him in every way I could. Looking back on those days he was a man with worldly experience and took me to levels I haven't experienced since. I'm spoiled, I know it, half the fun was being spoiled. He played me like a fiddle, one of my grandmother's expressions, and I responded to him.

    By the time I was thirty he was wasted by cancer of the lungs. I cried at his wake and funeral, and when I was alone. I have these tattoos to remind me of how lucky I was. When he took an interest in me I was still a teenager at heart. I'm not a teenager, scared I will never meet a man like him again, a man who can play the fiddle, and I can dance to his tune.

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    # 72831 - by Olivia / August 10, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 30

    Like Mother Like Daughter

    I left home after my mother married my stepfather, only to end up in the hands of a man like my father. At first I excused it as a rebound kind of thing, but when he had sex with me I got freaked out. He wanted me and convinced me to stay with him.

    My mother asked me to lunch and she wanted to compare lovers. I was even more freaked out. I just wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else.

    Time passed slowly until I was thirty. My mother is still married, I'm still with my Daddy. He has slowed down but not really. Over the last eight years I've learned to have sex for real. My mother wishes her husband would leave her alone and get a hooker.

    My man, my Daddy, likes me all for him, that's what caused my mother to leave my father.

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    # 72791 - by Charlie / August 8, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 24

    In A Dream I Have Been Overtaken By A Power I Don't Understand

    I'm confessing to a strange power that has overtaken me. I have been under his watch for several years. He looks after me, like a father looks after their child. Selfless love is what I have felt from him. At times I've sought comfort in his arms, being rocked gently back and forth.

    I was beside him on a busy street. Before crossing I pushed up on my toes and kissed his cheek. I told him I loved him and he took me by the hand to cross the street. That night I went to his bed on my own, and gave him my body which he took and made love to me. I slept beside him. When I woke up I thought I had been dreaming.

    Nothing was the same again. When I went to his arms I felt a need to be a woman right then. To kiss him, to tell him I loved him, to have him possess me and make love to me. I didn't want to escape. To be alone without him.

    My life is no longer mine. When he holds me I know that is where I need to be. This power is the strongest power there is.

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    # 72776 - by Elizabeth / August 7, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 35

    Don't Mess With Mama Bear

    The difference between men and women is that a woman can see a naked woman every day.

    That's why women want large mirrors. Naked, fresh out of the shower, everything in the right place, baby fat and all. It's not erotic or sexual. It's invigorating being a woman. "

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    # 72739 - by April / August 6, 2024
    - Women Only -
    Lesbian Female / 26

    This New Idea That Sharing Spouses Is The New Normal

    It's complicated. For two years in college and two years following I had what I thought was a stable relationship. Lesbians, but pretty well centered. Then she meets a guy at work and he got to her and took her. At first she hid it from me. But it was too much of a hood thing and she spilled the beans. I broke it off with her, to me it was cheating. How she rationalized that she wasn't cheating because it wasn't another girl. And it wasn't emotional.

    After a few months she reached out to me. Just meet him. I would like him if I gave him a chance. She ended by saying she had eloped with him. I said no, not interested. She came to see me, showed me her new tattoo. And somehow she agreed to meet him.

    Before meeting him we fell into the old days. It was immediately regretful. But the damage was done and I couldn't work up any anger towards her. As we stand we we seeing each other and he is accepting it. I don't see him, but he is always in the shadows. She's should me pictures he's taken when we are most intimate.

    She is open and frank about it. She wants me to surrender to him. That's where we stand now.

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    # 72726 - by Tommie / August 5, 2024
    • - Women Only -
    Straight Female / 33

    Now We Have This Other Woman To Deal With

    In a matter of three months I got into a situation. First on I got pregnant. Second he's married and won't divorce her. Third another woman showed up pregnant.

    I love him. I'm mad and hurt but I love him. I'm not leaving him either. It's not his wife, I can work things out with her. It's this other woman. She's a medical sales rep he met her at his clinic. She's one of those girls who is in it for the money.

    At least his wife and me are in love with him, and I understand a divorce is financial suicide. Only I really know how much he has, enough for two of us, but not enough for three.

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    # 72628 - by Plain old Mary / July 28, 2024
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