A Fictional Story by blackeddesires. “Baby, I don’t think it’s going to get hard…” Holly huffed, stroking his dicklet half-heartedly with two fingers. Alex tipped his eyes to the back of Holly’s head. He had his hands on her hips, and she was sitting on him, her round ass so heavy it felt like it was about to crush his pelvis. Few people would’ve considered Holly fat; she definitely had a fair bit of meat on her, but Alex loved
Read moreA Fictional Story by thewalrus2k. There’s a specific kind of vulnerability that comes with being naked in front of someone you work with. It’s not sexual—or it’s not supposed to be—but it strips away every layer of professional armor you’ve built. You can’t hide behind a title or a desk or a carefully curated persona when you’re standing barefoot on wet tile with nothing between you and the other person’s eyes. I knew this, theoretically, before it happened. I’d played
Read moreA Fictional Story by No-Specialist-1. I should start by saying something that might sound strange: I’ve never been to a munch, never joined a fetish site, never sought out a community or a scene. Every woman I’ve ever been with, I met the normal way—through friends, at work, at a party, on a dating app. Ordinary beginnings. Coffee dates—the slow, tentative dance of two people figuring out if they like each other. And every single one of them has dominated
Read moreA Fictional Story by StorieCap. “So… I just have to put my finger in the scanner?” “Yes, sir,” the nurse answered. In the year 2320, the global government is led by an AI. The system determines your life path based on your genetics and accomplishments. At each life milestone, a new part of your path is revealed by the system. At 18, your sexual role is assigned according to this finger scan. You can be between alpha/dominant [Max score of
Read moreA Fictional Story by JamieDuskbane1. Daniel loved his evening swims; they alleviated some of the stress of college and improved his sleep. There was just one problem, a small problem, a very small problem. As a result, he chose to swim late at night when the pool was empty – as close to closing time as possible. The lack of a bulge in his Speedos was embarrassing; but worse still was showering and changing afterward – by waiting to the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ts2054. I want to say I don’t know why I sent that message. But I do know. I know exactly why. I sent it because I’m a glutton for punishment. Because somewhere in the wiring of my brain, the part that processes shame and the part that processes arousal got crossed somewhere along the way, and now they fire together. Because every time a woman has reacted to my size—whether it was a look, a comment,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Priority3298. I should’ve said something before we went to the store. That’s what I kept telling myself as we walked through the automatic doors of the CVS at eleven o’clock on a Tuesday night, my future wife beside me, heading straight for the family planning aisle like she had a mission, which she did. She’d made that clear twenty minutes earlier, lying in bed next to me after I’d pulled out—again—because neither of us had anything.
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by StubbyDick4. I got to the lake early — earlier than anyone with sense would on a weekday. The shore was still empty, just glassy water and a wall of pine trees holding the world at bay. Mist clung to the surface in slow, drifting sheets. No voices, no footsteps, no engines. Just birds and the faint lap of water against the rocks. I stripped down fast, leaving my clothes in a loose pile on a
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. ‘Thou who have been found wanting! Thou who lack that most important of qualities a man must have to call himself a man!’ John couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This was all a bit too much. She’d been droning on like this since the LARP started, and his patience was beginning to wear thin. He’d only agreed to come to this because he wanted a second chance with Luna, the girl down the hall.
Read moreA Fictional Story by LilLapper1. There’s a specific kind of courage that comes from drinking at a work Christmas party. It’s not real courage—it’s a chemical override, a temporary suspension of the self-preservation instinct that normally keeps you from doing things you’ll regret for years. And I mean years. Not days, not weeks—years. The kind of regret that surfaces unbidden in the shower, in the car, in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon meeting when someone makes an offhand comment,
Read moreA Fictional Story by NewPersonality3459. I need to set the stage before I get to what happened, because without context it won’t make sense. Or maybe it will. Maybe the humiliation is universal enough that context doesn’t matter. But I need to explain it anyway, for me, because I’m still processing all of it. My name is — doesn’t matter. I’m forty-four years old. Married for sixteen years. Up until about three years ago, I was a normal man in
Read moreA Female POV SPH Experience by vixenchicbria. I kept thinking about it. Not in a passing way—in that obsessive, lying-in-bed-replaying-it way. The way his face went red. The way he kept apologizing while pushing into my hand at the same time. The way his whole cock fit in my grip with room to spare. I’d be at work, and suddenly I’d feel my fingers remembering the shape of him, that small, warm weight, and I’d have to press my thighs
Read moreAn SPH Experience by AcornSoft4. The first time my ex-wife wanted to play with SPH in the bedroom was a few months into dating. I had already expressed how much I enjoyed playful teasing, and had even hinted at chastity play already as well. So we were pretty open about some kinky stuff we both enjoyed, but the thing she was most hesitant about was hurting my feelings by “making fun” of my penis size. I explained that I didn’t
Read moreAn SPH Experience by limpshrimp83. I still remember the first time she saw my cock at its most unflattering angle—half‑hard, half‑soft, tucked awkwardly in the waistband of my boxers after a clumsy fumble in the dark. She’d laughed, confessed she was a lesbian, and somehow that odd honesty pulled us closer. Over the next few years, we turned from a shy crush into the kind of friends who trade insults as playful barbs, and when she launched her Twitch channel,
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by charmer949. 1980s ERA STORY FROM A RANDOM COLLEGE GUY My name is Steve. Not that that matters. I was an average college guy who hung out at nightclubs just trying to get laid like any other dude. I drew the line at thin. With college chicks, this wasn’t hard to find. If she had a nice butt, I was down. I didn’t care for boobs and preferred they be small, and if she was homely
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by captain144. Mr and Mrs Stroud, of 119, Laurel Lane, smiled smugly at each other as they took their seats in the half-full auditorium. This was the third weekend in a row that their son, Damien, had participated in the Regional Finals of the South Eastern Boxing Championship. He had sailed through the early rounds and had numerous bouts under his belt. As far as his parents were concerned, there was no chance that their “ickle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Mammoth_Dare_2174 Part One: The Incident I’ll get the measurements out of the way upfront so there’s no suspense. Three point seven-five inches. Hard. That’s what I’m working with. On a good day, with the right conditions—optimal temperature, a full moon, maybe a prayer—maybe I crack four. But the honest, ruler-doesn’t-lie number is three and three-quarters. Girth-wise, I’m not winning any awards either. I can wrap my hand around myself and still have fingers overlapping. It’s not
Read moreAn SPH Experience by rizzyowl. Three years. Three years I gave her, and all I got was a sentence that still echoes in my head every single night: “I’m sorry, you just haven’t lived up to my expectations.” We both knew what that meant. We’d had the conversations, the awkward ones where she’d tried to be gentle, tried to say it wasn’t about size, that it was about technique, about confidence. But we both knew. A three-and-a-half-inch cock doesn’t live
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Debt-2507. I met her on a dating app. Not one of the hookup ones, one of the ones where you’re supposed to be looking for something real. Her profile was full of pictures of mountaintops and forest trails, and her bio mentioned she was looking for someone who could keep up with her on a Saturday morning. I swiped right. She swiped right. We started talking. The conversation was easy from the start. She was funny
Read moreAn SPH Experience by rr0588. A couple of years ago, I got invited to a pool party at a friend’s apartment complex. He lived in one of those modern high-rises downtown, the kind with a rooftop pool overlooking the entire city skyline. It was supposed to be a chill afternoon—a bunch of people floating around, drinking, soaking up the sun. I was recently single at the time, fresh off a breakup that had left me feeling like shit about myself,
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