Ladies, unite! This category is dedicated to the secrets and desires of women.

It's a place for women to let loose and share their wildest secrets. No need to hold back or worry about judgment, because in this category, anything goes. Whether it's cheating on a partner or indulging in a taboo fantasy, this is the perfect place to let your desires run wild. So come on, ladies, let's embrace our sexuality and share our dirty little secrets with the world.

From forbidden lust to unbridled passion, share your most tantalizing and provocative stories of female sexuality and empowerment. Whether it's a steamy encounter with a best friend or a hidden desire for a stranger, this category is a safe space to explore and confess your innermost desires.

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For example, I never got to choose the man I would belong to, marry, bear children for, keep a home, etc. I was a freshly turned eighteen year old first semester college student when I was taken at a party of upperclassmen and was thrown on a mattress and summarily fucked. Of course he sees it differently. I was from that day to this day 'his'.

Would I have liked to study something I chose? Yes, of course. Did I study what he wanted me to study? Yes of course. Did I have a career, a professional career? No. My career was right there in front of me, three under the age of three. I really expected to have four under the age of four, but I got a break between number three and number four.

Sure, he is a top professional and I have had all the creature comforts, nice home, etc. But I was a homemaker, not the nurse I wanted to be. My degree was quite satisfactory for being a mother with several kids, not to mention the several grandchildren we have now. I studied elementary education, but I was more than capable of being a nurse, or even a physician like my husband. But two of us in high stress health care with a large family? Not likely, better learn how to be a teacher.

My husband has always made it clear, he 'owns' me. I gave up the right to be free to make my own choices one week after my eighteen year old birthday, a freshman who went to a frat house party. Not that he hasn't 'taken care' of me. I just can't complain, but I do complain. This isn't the life I would have chosen.

  • Ladies, what's your top 3 or 4 kinkiest sexual acts you fantasize about, or 1 or 2 you did that you have absolutely no regrets about the night itself?

    I'm talking about if you had one night where no one knew you, and could do it safely without anyone ever finding out, what's the 3 or 4 things you might contemplate? NSA sex for money, another woman, a gang bang, stripping?

    Just wondering what the big female sexual cravings are, post 50 Shades.

    Recently my mother in law and I made plans to do some shopping. She came over to my house and was in my bedroom as I tried on some old clothes to see what I should keep or toss to get an idea of what I might want to buy. I was changing in and out of clothes, so was semi-nude at times, but didn't think much of it as we chatted away. I had a bathing suit I wasn't sure if I should keep, so I stripped down naked to try it on.

    When my MIL saw me, she remarked on my shaved pussy. "I haven't seen a grown woman smooth like that," she said. I was standing near my closet and she came right over and asked if she could touch me. I kind of blushed and said "okay,' not sure what else to do. She ran her hand and fingers over my bald pussy. She asked a few more questions about how it felt, how often I shaved, and kept remarking how nice I looked. The entire time, her fingers were touching me. I kept blushing and giggling a bit as I answered her questions, too polite to tell her to stop.

    Much to my embarrassment, I started to get wet, and she noticed. "Do you like how that feels?" she asked. Now, I really began to blush. I started to stammer and said, "I think so." She kept touching me, running her finger up and down my smooth lips until I was quite wet and then I felt her finger nudge inside of me. I froze, feeling half scared, half excited and having no idea what was going on, or what to do.

    We were standing just inches from each other and she kept stroking her finger in and out of my now very wet pussy. I felt my body surrender to what was happening. I leaned against my closet door and parted my legs slightly, letting her finger me more easily. Very quickly, I felt myself rushing towards an orgasm. I don't remember how long it took. It seemed like forever, yet I know I was gasping and having spasms in just a minute or two. Finally, when I calmed down, my MIL pulled her fingers out of me and sucked on them and then she kissed me. She smiled and said, "next time, it's your turn," and then said we better go.

  • Cruising through life minding my own business, running my own company, MBA from a top 10 university, 35 employees, 32 years old, just named Woman Entrepreneur of the Year for my town, I fell into the hands of a 52 year old man who destroyed my image of myself, fucked me, put me in a house with all the 'duties', forced me to change my name and got me pregnant to boot.

    I live a double life, I continue my business and have 100% control there, he doesn't interfere, but I come home to be his wife and my daughter's mother, a total submissive behavior, emotional, sexual, roles, the whole nine yards. I love to please him, I love that I have baby girl with him, I love to write out my married in name in script, I introduce myself as Mrs. to my married life friends. I never got to play little girl at home, or to play mommy or anything like that. My mother is self centered concert cellist, my father a lost in space University professor in Sociology. I am sure that every time they see me with my husband their inner self cringes and I take great pleasure in making them cringe.

    And I love that my husband will not back down and tells them how it is.

    As we grew older our sex life came to a complete stop. Otherwise our marriage worked, but we became brother and sister. My husband started to fade out, lost in thought. Then slowly to talk about a girl in his office. At the Christmas party he brought her over to our table to meet me. She was nice, a little masculine really, broad shoulders and strong hands, masculine jaw. But she was nice. When she walked back to sit with her coworkers she was unstable on her heels and she looked uncomfortable in her dress. I stared at her all night, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

    As time went on I heard from him that she was a cross fit girl and had been for some time. That was it, her looks and muscles, her face was from supplements. She was growing more and more masculine. I decided on my own to talk to her, find out whether I was right. I admit I was curious, but also worried. She admitted to going to the gym every afternoon, to taking large amounts of supplements, including testosterone to build muscle, for over ten years. She wanted to become a body builder, have a defined physique. I asked her to let me see her naked or in a small bikini. I wanted to examine her, head to toe.

    All along my husband talked about her, he told me he went to the gym to watch her work out. He liked her that way. She on her side worked out to please him. They had been in an affair for three years, since she was 23. When she let me examine her she stood still and let me examine her whole body, including her overactive genital region. I spoke with her and she answered my questions. She hadn't had a regular period in years. I asked my husband to stop encouraging her, let me get her help.

    The doctor I took her to specialized in women who had overwhelmed their bodies with testosterone and supplements, her patients were all body builders who wanted to quit. It took two years to wean her off the supplements, to where her periods were regular and her hormone counts more normal. My husband paid for her treatment. She had quit her job, she was in a clinic for months, and when we took her home she had regained some of her feminine look. And she and my husband had stopped having sex during her treatment.

    Several months into her post addiction my husband told me he wanted to hold her, why couldn't she be with him. I went to her room and asked her if she wanted to go to him, he was waiting for her. She went and I stayed upstairs. My feelings were never hurt, she is getting healthier and healthier, but the effects of her abuse of the supplements and drugs will never all go away, she will always have a masculine jaw line, shoulders and thighs. He seems to like her like that, and she is given to him and I have stepped aside.



  • I am the 39 year old wife of a younger man I am pretty sure is bi and has sex with men when he travels which is a lot. I have no proof but I read lots of gay stories on here trying to find out more about what seems the thousands of married men who have sex with men when they are away on business. He is very good looking and has a great body. Almost too great if you know what I mean. He buys fitness and mens fashion magazines and works on his tan every weekend, in little tiny skimpy briefs, in summer. He shaves his legs, he says for cycling which he is very competitive in, but really is that necessary? I notice gay looking men looking at him a lot. He will let his guard down one day and let something slip or I will find evidence. I read all about the men, but no women ever comment on here about the terrible lie their husbands might live. All these bi married men have wives. No, I haven't asked him straight out. I am not really sure I want to know the truth. How screwed up is that? He is 6 years younger than me and all my friends think I am lucky to have such a hot husband. At least our sex is good. Tell me if I am really screwed up or should I take the risk and ask?