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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Back when I was a freshman in college I lived in a small apartment block a couple of blocks from the college. One night a man followed me and got into my apartment and he did what he was there to do. One thing he did was he took a knife and cut my clit before he left. I was 18.

Every time I masturbate I can touch the scar area which is the most sensitive part of my clit and I relive to the memory reaching orgasm after orgasm. I have never been able to orgasm with a man, I have never tried being with a woman. I have been married and had more than one boyfriend. But that has never worked for me and so I live with my memories and masturbate which is the only way I am satisfied. I can masturbate several times a day and it is my favorite pastime.

  • Basically I am jealous, there should be a jealous category.

    For the past four years I have been my boss' favorite girl, groped, kissed, hugged, grabbed and fucked. I won't say that every time he fucks me that is what I want, sometimes it is a pain having to put up with him, but he does fuck me whether that is my plan or not. I am not really big on quickies because it mostly makes things messy afterwards, but I carry panty liners and have fresh panties at the office. Sometimes they are not so much quickies as nooners, he likes for me to lean on the window sill looking out on the skyline while slowly fucking me and talking to me about nasty things like what I am feeling while he is fucking me. But that's him, he can get really nasty at times and it is quite embarrassing, I don't like it when he wants to touch my asshole and I don't like it when he eats me and lifts my legs and licks my asshole. But he is the man and he does what he wants.

    So getting back to being jealous. This Spring season the company hired a recent graduate from college to come and work in the Marketing department. She is cute and fits all the boxes for Marketing. Because I am in HR it was my job to walk her around and have her meet the staff, including my boss. He scoped her down, head to toe, I know those eyes, she doesn't know but she is dead meat. I am usually ho hum when it comes to him wanting some new girl for a turn or two, I'm the one he fucks at home and he always comes home, always. But this time I got jealous, he looked at her and she is dead meat. I don't want him fucking her, she is not a one timer. I fucked him really hard last night, and I told him to keeps his hands off of her, she is off limits. That's right, I am setting limits, she got under my skin and I don't want her anywhere near him.

    HIS GIRL, NOT HER.

    I've posted this on other confession websites with no advice.

    I'm looking for opinions as to his feelings towards me as well as, how to progress our situation into something hot and steamy I can confess to later.

    I have this neighbor that lives across the street, we don't talk to often, I mostly talk to his roommates. I am 31 married, he is 28? and single. He does his own thing and isn't home a lot. We have been neighbors for about 4-5 years. Never really do the whole wave and say hi thing, sometimes he does it, and when he does it's pretty awkward to be honest.

    Now that it is warmer I have been trying to create opportunities where I can interact with him, (pathetic I know, he's very sexy and I want to ravage his sexy body) it kinda has been working but when he looks at me I go dumb, I can't think, form words, nothing. He's the same way though, all he does is smile at me. I'm thinking maybe he feels the same way as me.... maybe I make him nervous too?? Maybe he just likes to smile....

    He might be finding a new place soon, I need to at the very least give him a blow job.... he works long hours, I wish I could be making dinner for him when he comes home and doing whatever else he wants.

    Thanks for reading....

  • For my thirty-fifth birthday I gave myself a cruise on the Mediterranean. Traveling alone is never easy, but being alone at home isn't easier. On board I asked if I could join a table, but no one ever sought me out to join them. I went ashore on the various land tours and went to cocktail hour on board.

    I sent my clothes for laundry and my things got back, but not my strapless bra. I had planned on wearing a strapless dress to dinner and facing my situation I tried on the dress braless. What I saw was nipples against the fabric as well as bouncing breasts. The bouncing felt good, the feel of the fabric against my breasts felt good. I searched through my cosmetic bag and taped two band aids over my nipples and walked out. Every step I took I felt my breasts move, as I went passed other guests or staff their eyes followed my chest. I was getting moist, and flush.

    In the cocktail lounge I did my best to sit so my dress hugged my breasts. A older man showed up and offered to buy me a drink, he was with his family following his wife's death. He sent his daughter away, and sat with me and we shared a couple glasses of wine. He invited me to join his family and after dinner to join him in the lounge. He escorted me to my room and his hands maneuvered me out of my dress, laughing as I tore the band aids off.

    He pressed and I gave in, he thanked me for a night away from his family, I didn't thank him for my first time. I spent the remaining three days escorted by him, we spent the nights together. We stay in touch but have not traveled to be together again. For me I finally had a man, for him I suppose twenty five years younger makes me a young chick on a cruise. If I never see him again, I will nonetheless remember him, I don't think it's proper to forget your first.

    Being female meant support work at home. I don't really remember not helping in the kitchen, setting the table, help with laundry day, girl scouts, shopping for clothes for the guys. One memory when I was in the seventh grade when I asked my dad what he wanted me to be when I grew up. His answer was quick, a good mom.

    Today I am a mom to two boys. I manage the house, shop for my guys, support them and try to be a good mom and wife. My schooling was pretty good, I went to a nice midsized college, but most importantly my mom prepared me for life. Thank you mom.

  • We have been married for nearly 20 yrs now. I am now in 40s and my hubby little bit older. We both are sexually very active. Since we got married I always wanted my hubby to shave my pussy area clean as I felt awkward to shave in certain parts of it, like the lower parts of the lips. My hubby does it nicely. When done, I run my fingers all over my pussy to see the amazing effect. He now does the same around my anal area to right up to the pussy. Interestingly, every session of shaving makes us both horny and I give him nice BJ, and soon after we run to bathroom, fuck like hell in both holes followed by good relaxing shower. I would love to hear from others about their experience and views.