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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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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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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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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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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Show and Tell

A Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. I changed the spreadsheet on the second Monday in March. It took four minutes. I opened the payroll file as I do every Monday, placed my cursor in the box next to my name, deleted “office help,” typed “Controller,” and hit save. Then I sat there a while with my hands in my lap. Nobody said a word about it for several days. Then Roger came into my office with the quarterly, stood in the

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(Un)fortunate Miscommunication

A Fictional Story by liveantelope. As we entered the bar, all I could think about was: ‘How did we end up here?‘ My wife and I have been together for five years now. We met and married when we were quite young. Now, both of us are 26; that felt like a lifetime ago. Jenn stood at 5’4″, with a petite body and long dark hair. My name is Fred, and I stand at just 5’6″, with an athletic build.

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Happy Birthday 2

A Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… The next week was the hardest. People whispered about me when I passed them in the halls, girls like Tara and Amanda openly called me Tiny to my face, and the video of my utter humiliation at Jake’s hands was playing on repeat throughout the campus. I wanted to switch schools, but Lucy got me through it. My mom and sister supported me too. I’m not sure they

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The Caves

A Fictional Story by hardlyhanging11. The hot springs are an hour from my house, up a road that winds through hills that get browner and drier the higher you go. I’ve made the drive six times now. I know the potholes. I know the cattle guard that rattles my teeth. I know the point where the cell signal drops and the radio goes to static, and it’s just me, the road, and the anticipation building in my chest like a

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Happy Birthday 1

A Fictional Story by anonymous2727. My name is Jimmy Lee, and today is my birthday. I usually don’t make a big deal about it, or even expect people to wish me a happy birthday; I’m more the type to lay low. However, after my terrible freshman year, I decided as a sophomore I would make an effort to fit in and be more outgoing. So I decided to throw a party and invite everyone I knew. I was super excited,

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The Urinal Problem

An SPH Experience by NenGuten. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I need to get it out somewhere. This isn’t a fantasy. This isn’t a scenario I constructed for kicks. This is just my life, and the lives of probably a lot of guys like me, played out in small, humiliating increments across every public bathroom I’ve ever walked into. — Public bathrooms for men are designed by people who don’t have my problem. That’s the only

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The Apology Made It Worse

An SPH Experience by Ok-Tutor-7517. I’ve had a few embarrassing experiences being seen nude by strangers, and they’ve all been super awkward, of course. Thankfully, I enjoy thinking about them afterward. But there is one that I don’t enjoy, and I am not sure why. Actually, there is more than one. I am happy to share the others if anyone is interested. But let me explain the one that bothers me slightly. — I was in my mid-twenties, and it

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Jane’s Unusual Second Marriage

A Fictional Story by Quietoldie. My wife Jane is a stunner. I met her shortly after her first marriage ended. We met at a party at a mutual friend’s house. I was immediately drawn to her beauty and effervescent personality, even though she was sitting very close to another man. They were clearly an item, although neither was wearing a wedding ring. He kept touching her leg as they talked. I was captivated by her looks. She was showing a

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DJ’s Visit

A Fictional Story by Tiny Tommy. DJ was between jobs again and invited himself to stay with his brother Tom and his new wife Sherri for a week or two. He didn’t exactly mention that he was between jobs; they’d figure it out soon enough. “I’m torn, honey. I know we have a Christian duty to help others, particularly our family, but DJ can be lazy and really mean.” “That seems strange. DJ has always been nice to me.” Tom

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