A Fictional Story by softiemikayla. I’d been flirting with Caleb for three weeks. We met at a friend’s birthday party — he was friends with the birthday girl’s boyfriend, I was friends with the birthday girl. We’d ended up next to each other at the cramped dining room table, our knees bumping under the cheap IKEA furniture, and he’d made me laugh so hard I snorted wine through my nose. He was cute. Not in a conventional way — he
Read moreA Fictional Story by Wankerino. Part 1… Miss Cynthia Remington reclined in her tall red leather-clad throne. She was a pimp… among other things… and ran a highly immoral prostitution ring… and it paid her very well… Sex sells. It was the way of the world… and her Master understood it better than anyone… She was 45 but looked like she was in her early 20s. She was tall, slim, and white with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. In my early twenties, I ran with a pretty tight crew. We’d all met in college and stuck around the same city after graduating, renting houses a few blocks apart and spending most weekends at someone’s apartment, drinking until sunrise. There was this one guy, Brandon, who I’d known since sophomore year. Tall, broad-shouldered, played rugby. He had this habit—especially after a few beers—of bringing up his dick in conversation. It wasn’t subtle. We’d be
Read moreA Fictional Story by Bienbyswitch. “Take your clothes off.” M grinned from the sofa as I stood in front of her. She’s a smoking hot goth girl. Neon green bob haircut, tattoos, piercings, my dream girl. We had met at a kink club 2 and a half years ago, and both being switches, our sex and kink life is always evolving. “Lie down.” There was the look in her eye that I couldn’t help but obey. The vulnerability of her
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. I never planned on seeing my coworker half-naked. I definitely never planned on standing there with my mouth open, staring at her cock like some kind of idiot. But that’s what happened. And honestly? It might’ve been the best thing that ever happened to me at work. Let me back up. Her name is Robin. She sits three desks over from mine in the marketing department, and she’s the kind of woman you notice but
Read moreA Fictional Story by Smallnub24. The steam hit me first — thick, wet, heavy in my lungs — and then the heat, rolling over me in layers as I climbed to the upper bench. That’s always been my thing. I like the sauna hot. The kind of heat where your skin prickles, your breath goes shallow, and your body starts sweating within thirty seconds. The upper bench is closer to the ceiling and the heat source, and that’s where I
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Snoo-33109. I need to get this down. Not because it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me—it isn’t, not by a long shot—but because of how it sits in my memory. Not sharp and clean like a cut, but dull and persistent, like a bruise that won’t fully fade. Every time I think I’ve moved past it, something triggers it—a breeze, the smell of river water, a woman laughing in a group—and I’m back on
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Empty_Ambition5533. I need to get this out. I need to say it somewhere, to someone, even if that someone is just a screen and a keyboard and the quiet of my apartment at two in the morning. Because what I’m about to describe has been living inside me for over a year now, and it’s not going away. It’s getting worse. It started at a state park. That’s where the thing happened that broke something open
Read moreA Fictional Story by PigspigsEverywhere. “I saw you.” “Yeah?” she smiled, sitting propped up on the pillows of our bed. “With him.” “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” she smirked. “His hands….on your skin.” “Mmmm, yeah…he’s got big…strong…hands.” She lay back on the bed I had bought her with a wistful smile of remembrance. “Did, did…” “You know he did. You wanted it….but, baby, shit, I wanted it more.” Her left hand pushed at her own knee, opening her leg.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Illustrious_Pen_7964. I’m not going to pretend I don’t know what I have. Or what I don’t have. I’m forty-one, five-foot-ten, two hundred and fifteen pounds at about eight percent body fat right now. I’ve been lifting for almost twenty years. I bench 315, squat 450, deadlift 500. My shoulders are boulders. My chest is slabs. My arms stretch the sleeves of every shirt I own. I walk into a room, and people notice. Men respect me.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Jane42GG. Preface I am fascinated by what makes men cum. I love cock of all varieties. I would like to work in a shop men visit with their problem cocks. I would help them work out why their cocks were causing them issues. We would fix their cocks together. Disclaimer All characters are over 21. All characters consent to themes including fingering, medical examination, small penis humiliation, huge tits. Please read further only if you enjoy
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Kevin had noticed the changes over the past month. His father Walter’s sneers had grown sharper, his insults more pointed. At Sunday dinner, Walter had made Kevin fetch his own beer while loudly commenting that some men just weren’t built to be providers. His wife Brittany had pressed her lips together, hiding something behind her eyes. The breaking point came on a Tuesday evening. Kevin had come home early from his accounting firm—some issue with
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. The sign at the top of the boardwalk at Sandpiper Key has two lines. The first line says MEN: FULLY NUDE BEYOND THIS POINT. NO EXCEPTIONS. The second line says WOMEN: AS YOU LIKE. I stood in front of that sign with my sunglasses pushed up in my hair and my beach bag cutting into my shoulder, and then I laughed for the first time since June. * * * Here is why I had
Read moreA Fictional Story by Anonymous2207. This was my final year of school, and I couldn’t be more excited to head off to college. I was looking forward to being in college next year and going to an Ivy League school. Frankly, it should be a cakewalk. I am head and shoulders above everyone in my class. I am probably more intelligent than all my class combined. Compared to me, they are just a bunch of babbling baboons. Even the teachers
Read moreAn SPH Experience by H9023. I should start by saying this: I know what I’m working with. I’ve always known. An inch soft, maybe a little less on a bad day, with balls to match. It’s not a medical condition or a tragedy. It’s just what I’ve got. And somewhere along the way—through years of locker rooms and doctor visits and a handful of women who were polite enough not to laugh (and one or two who weren’t)—I stopped fighting
Read moreA Fictional Story by BetaMan22. Part One: The Gym Locker Room It hits me the moment I see him. Not gradually. Not over time. Immediately. Like a punch to the gut that spreads upward into my chest, tightening everything it touches. I’m standing at my locker, towel around my waist, and he walks in from the showers. Six-foot-two, maybe six-three. Shoulders like a doorway. Chest like a shield. And between his legs—swinging with every step, heavy and thick, the kind
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot_Lemon4985. My wife’s name is Brenna. I want to start with that, because everything that follows is about her — about what she knew, what she didn’t know, what she learned, and what she did with what she learned. She’s the center of this story, even though it’s really about me. About my dick. About the thing between my legs that I’ve spent my entire adult life trying not to think about and that she —
Read moreA Fictional Story by belted and teased. My name is Dan. I am living in an awkward situation that actually works really well, and I managed to make it even more… unique. More about that as the story progresses. Like many more men than folks realize, I have a male chastity, orgasm denial fetish. And, like many men, the fantasies have been unexperienced because I was afraid sharing them with my wife would blow up my marriage. I figured at
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Specialist-1. Germany does nudity differently. I don’t mean that as a joke or a throwaway observation. I mean it as a structural and cultural fact that shapes how you experience your own body in public spaces. In Germany, every major public swimming pool—the municipal ones, the ones run by the city, the ones where families go on weekends—has a separate sauna area. And in that sauna area, nudity isn’t optional. It’s mandatory. Not in the “no
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by eviltwin52. Ever have a secret you wanted to keep private? Sometimes even as you discreetly go about satisfying your secret deviant desires, your hidden world comes crashing down on you. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching as I gently tapped on my neighbor’s door. The coast was clear. And I heard my sexy man friend call out for me to come in. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his recliner wearing
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