The Second Wax

An SPH Experience by randomalt222110. The results from my first waxing session had genuinely surprised me. Fewer ingrown hairs, smoother skin, and honestly, just less maintenance overall. I’d been skeptical going in the first time, but the evidence was hard to argue with. So I booked a follow-up. Scheduling didn’t work out with the same woman who’d done my first appointment, though. The receptionist told me she was booked solid for the next two weeks, and I didn’t want to

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I Can’t Move Past It

An SPH Experience by ZealousidealEgg8688. I’ve been carrying this for a long time. That’s the first thing I need to say—not because it’s dramatic, but because it’s true in the most boring, grinding, unremarkable way. Carrying something for a long time doesn’t feel like carrying. It feels like living. It feels like the thing you’re carrying is just part of you, welded to your skeleton, so integrated into your daily experience that you can’t distinguish it from personality. Am I

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Younger Coworker’s Secret

An SPH Experience by Jill. I’m Jill and work in a small team in an office. I’m a 5’2″ brunette, quite petite with slim but curvy hips; the other ladies joke and call me the team WAG or yummy mummy. It wasn’t long ago that we thought we’d have a bit of fun with a male coworker, but then things got a little out of hand. Okay, so when I joined the team, there was this younger man who worked

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The Scroll Error

A Fictional Story by Grouchy-Falcon-345. I need to stop doing this to myself. Her name is Nisha, and I’ve been in love with her since the second year of college. That’s four years now. Four years of sitting next to her in lectures, four years of group dinners and movie nights and study sessions where I’d pretend to focus on the textbook while actually memorizing the way she tucked her hair behind her ear. Four years of watching her date

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We Live in a World where Size Really Matters 3

A Fictional Story by Pindickpro. Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here ***** Part 3… Wade sat on the edge of the bed until the voices downstairs softened to murmur, then to silence. The house settled—pipes ticking, wood contracting, the refrigerator humming its single note in the kitchen below. He waited for his father’s heavy footsteps on the stairs, the knock that always came after celebrations, the hand on the shoulder that meant we need to talk man to

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Our Reader’s SPH Experiences 385

By Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This reader’s truth remains unchanged… I remember the exact moment my life split into two halves: the time before I knew, and the time after. It was in the gym showers, right after eighth-grade PE. I was fourteen. The water was hot, steam filling the room, and I stood there, trying to wash off the sweat from running laps. I looked down at myself. My dick was

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Measuring Up

A Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Kevin sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, his hands clasped between his knees, his heart hammering so loud he was sure the neighbors could hear it. The bedroom smelled like Vanessa’s perfume — something floral and dark — and the fresh sheets she’d put on that afternoon. White sheets. She’d laughed when she’d chosen them, said they’d show everything. She was in the bathroom now, doing whatever women did that took forty-five minutes

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The Cove

A Fictional SPH Story by limpshrimp83. The weather broke on a Tuesday. I don’t mean it got a little warmer. I mean it went from thirty degrees and frost on the windshield to seventy-eight and full sun in the space of about forty-eight hours, like the atmosphere had just gotten bored of winter and decided to skip spring entirely. The kind of heat that arrives with attitude, making you open every window in your apartment, stand in front of the

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Little Winkle

A Fictional Story by VaderSomething. Greece changes you. Not in the spiritual, eat-pray-love way that people talk about in essays about finding themselves abroad, but in smaller, more permanent ways—the way your skin holds the salt, the way your sense of time loosens, the way you stop caring about things that used to seem important. I spent two years working on the islands, and I can tell you that the version of me who arrived—cautious, self-conscious, measuring himself against invisible

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Smooth

A Fictional Story by Illustrious_Pen_7964. I keep my body shaved and not trimmed, not groomed, not manscaped—shaved. Every part of it. Chest, stomach, arms, legs, underarms. The works. I’ve been doing it for years, since I started competing, and at this point the routine is as automatic as brushing my teeth. Once a week I sit on the edge of the bathtub with a razor and a can of shaving cream, and I go over every surface, careful and methodical,

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Thin Walls

A Fictional Story by mywifeishot888. The hotel in Krakow had the kind of walls that were less walls and more suggestions. Decorative partitions. Polite illusions of privacy. I’d checked in the previous afternoon, dropped my bag on the bed, and heard the person in the next room unzip their suitcase clear as a bell. I’d heard someone two doors down sneeze. I’d heard a toilet flush on the floor above me. The building was old—pre-war, maybe older—and it had been

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Swimming

An SPH Experience by Opening-Share-7303. I was so high I could barely move. That doesn’t sound like the beginning of a sex story. Maybe it isn’t—maybe it’s the beginning of the middle of one, or the end of the beginning, or some moment in a relationship where the line between being a body and being a person blurs and you’re just a collection of nerve endings floating in warm chemical fog. But that’s where it started, and I’m not going

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I Don’t Think This Is Going To Work

An SPH Experience by Logical_Post5421. I met my wife on Match.com. I want to say that upfront because it matters—because the way we started sets the stage for everything that came after. It was a curated beginning: profiles, messages, photos chosen to present the best version of ourselves. By the time we met in person, we’d already built each other up in our heads. She knew I was funny. She knew I was employed. She knew I was attentive. She

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The Crumb

An SPH Experience by ThreePies_SQ7. I’ve always known. That’s the thing. It’s not like some revelation that hit me one day. I’ve known since I was a teenager, since the first time I stood in a locker room and realized that what I had wasn’t just below average—it was noticeably, undeniably small. Twelve centimeters hard. Three centimeters soft. And soft was where the real problem lived, because three centimeters isn’t a penis. It’s a suggestion. A rumor. A little pink

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The Landlady

A Fictional Story by andreinamsterdam. Chapter 1 It was not only frustrating but a little humiliating in a way. Flat-sharing had worked well for me for years, but at 32 I was more than ready to be independent. I wanted the freedom to do what I wanted, when I wanted, walk around in my underwear or less if I wanted – basically become an independent guy. I’d been looking around for a place to buy for ages, but the market

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The Witch

A Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. Intelligence gathering came naturally to her. However, she wasn’t yet sure if he was her man. It was as if he were hiding something from her. From the world. She had spotted him on the L train, coming home from work, nearly invisible to everyone but her. Not to miss her opportunity, she followed him home, to the apartment where he lived. She rented out the apartment down the hall, paying far more than necessary

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Bring Me Thirteen

A Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There have to be thirteen of them. Sigma Beta Chi has never known why. It is simply in the agreement, the way the date is in the agreement, the way it has been since the house on Lorimer Street was built. Thirteen pledges come over on the Friday before bid night. Not twelve. Not fourteen. If they cannot field thirteen, the chapter finds a thirteenth, and they always find him, and Odessa Fontaine has never

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The Bathroom Floor

An SPH Experience by Mammoth_Dare_2174. I need to tell this story. I’ve been turning it over in my head for months, and the memory won’t settle. It keeps resurfacing at the worst times—in the shower, at work, in bed when my husband is sleeping and I’m staring at the ceiling, replaying it frame by frame. The shame is still sharp. The arousal is still there underneath it, the way it always is, the way my body has been wired to

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The Open Secret

An SPH Experience by mdigi31. There’s a specific kind of paranoia that sets in when you have a secret you’re not sure is secret anymore. It’s not the dramatic, heart-pounding paranoia of a thriller. It’s worse. It’s the low, constant hum of something being slightly off. The feeling of walking into a room where people were just talking, and the conversation shifts a beat too quickly, and everyone’s smiling, and you can’t tell if the smile means we’re happy to

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Morning at the In-Laws

An SPH Experience by Smart_Hyena7440. I’m writing this two days later, and my face is still hot when I think about it. I’ve replayed it a hundred times. I’ll probably replay it a hundred more. My stomach does this thing—this flip—every time the image surfaces, which is constantly, because my brain has decided that this memory deserves permanent residency in my frontal lobe. I need to get it down. I need to describe it, from start to finish, because the

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