An 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,
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There is one question a tailor gets to ask that nobody else on earth is allowed to. Odessa Fontaine has been asking it a long time, and it has never once gotten old. “Which side do you dress on, sugar?” The young man in the booth looked down at her with his belt in his hand and no idea in the world what she meant. “Ma’am?” “Left or right.” She had the tape around her
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. Part One: The Original Bit I was nineteen the first time I bought Magnum condoms. Not because I needed them—God, no—but because my friends wouldn’t shut up about them. We were at a Shell station off Highway 9, the kind of place with flickering fluorescent lights and a rack of energy drinks that looked like they’d been there since the Obama administration. There were four of us: me, my buddy Connor, his girlfriend Becca, and
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot-Emergency-627. Part One: The Wedding Night I should probably start with the numbers, since that’s what matters here. Three point eight inches. Hard. That’s what I measured on our honeymoon, kneeling on the hotel bed with a ruler I’d stolen from the business center downstairs while my wife was in the bathroom. I held it against myself, pressed the metal edge into the base, and stared at the number like it might change if I looked
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. Delia Ruffin got the house, the truck, and the better part of what was in the accounts, and the first thing she did with any of it was put it in a pool. The decree came through over the winter. By the time the ground had thawed, there was a man in her backyard with a can of marking paint, and she stood at the kitchen window and watched him lay it out and did
Read moreA Fictional Story by ABeardsley. “Oooh…” I moaned as I rubbed the last dribbles of cum from rapidly softening cock into the skin lotion container in front of me while huffing the salty scent of the dirty pair of black panties I was holding against my face. Right as I was tucking my 4 inches away, I heard a knocking on the bathroom door. Shortly after, a muffled yell came from the other side of the door. “Hey, Rick! Are
Read moreA Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… Prom was not what I had been imagining all these years. I had always dreamed it was Lucy and me on the dance floor, sharing a slow, sweet dance that ended in a loving kiss. Instead, we danced together as friends, while my tiny little weenie was smushed in flat chastity. It definitely felt more fitting than the fairytale I had imagined. All night,
Read moreAn 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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,
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreAn 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
Read moreAn 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
Read moreA 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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