A Fictional SPH Story by Gooner101. Franklin spent twelve hours a day in what he called his “goon cave”—a windowless bedroom where three monitors bathed his pale, naked body in blue light. His right hand had developed a permanent curve from gripping his cock for so many years. His tiny nub, barely two inches hard, poked out from beneath his overhanging gut like a shy mushroom. He’d developed his worldview entirely from porn. Women existed to be holes. Relationships were
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CuckExtreme99. Nathan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, completely naked, waiting. His wife Brooke sat on the counter behind him, legs crossed, watching his reflection with a lazy, cruel smile. She was already dressed for the evening—a black lace bodysuit that made her tits look incredible, her dark hair pinned up the way her boyfriend liked. “Look at it,” Brooke said, nodding at his crotch. “Honestly, babe. I still can’t believe I married that.”
Read moreA Fictional Story by Sass4bass. I am a 24-year-old guy, fresh out of college, and I have just moved to a new city for my first real office job. I have always been the quiet type, with an average height, a slim build, and a kind of personality that fades into the background. I never had a girlfriend and was still a virgin. When I decided to move here, it finally felt like a chance to start over, but I
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 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 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 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 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 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 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA Fictional Story by kleincox. -1- A couple of months ago, my wife invited her sister over one Saturday morning to do some scrapbooking. My wife recommended that I work in the yard so they could have some privacy. Yard work is one of my least favorite ways to spend a Saturday morning, but it did need some attention, and I was not in the mood to deal with my sister-in-law’s criticism. We had never really gotten along, and she
Read moreA Fictional Story by Runtz4. Growing up with sisters, you learn to deal with certain things as a boy. As the most shared space and the one where the most private matters occur, the bathroom creates a significant arena of tension among siblings. You learn to live with hair all over the place, with products crowding the sink. And what seemed like an ever-growing assortment of shampoos, conditioners, and cleansers in the shower. Here’s what I know: girls use a
Read moreA Fictional Story by Gooner25. The morning after Kayla asked me point-blank if I was a virgin, I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. I busied myself with cereal, crunching loud enough to drown out the memory of her words. But my dick twitched under the counter every time I replayed it—the casual way she’d said it, like she already knew the answer. Like she’d already seen enough. Will clapped me on the shoulder again as he passed
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Her name was Tasha, and she knew everything. Not everything in a vague, close-friend way. Everything. She knew about the chastity cage. She knew about the Venus Berlin trip. She knew about the camgirl sessions where I paid women to laugh at my dick on screen. She knew about the locker room incident, the stag party, the nude beaches. She had a folder on her phone labeled “Beta Boy Evidence” that she’d started as a
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimumSiz3. I need to explain how I ended up standing naked in my friend’s living room. At the same time, two girls laughed at my cock, because the path from normal Saturday night to the most humiliating moment of my life was paved with decisions that all seemed reasonable at the time. — Carl and I had been friends since the start of college. We met in orientation—assigned adjacent seats in some icebreaker seminar, bonded over
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. I should start by saying I know how this sounds. I know that what I did was pathetic, invasive, and deeply fucked up. I know that a normal person doesn’t follow another man to his gym, pay for a day pass, and loiter in a locker room just to catch a glimpse of his cock. I know all of that. But normal people don’t have a micropenis. Normal people don’t spend every waking hour of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Whitfrey. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. Read Part 3 Here. **** Part 4… As Sarah was bathing, Whit fumbled in the kitchen trying to find her something to eat. He was able to pull together a nice pasta dish, which he knew she loved, around 4:00 a.m. Sarah summoned him to the bathroom and demanded he dry her from head to toe. Struggling against his new chastity device, he obeyed. He was drying
Read moreA Fictional Story by Betapinky1. I should start with the facts. The physical facts. The ones I can’t change, can’t argue with, can’t explain away. My penis is three and a half inches hard. One and six-tenths inches soft. My testicles are small too—barely there, like two grapes in a thin pouch of skin. When I cum, I don’t shoot. I don’t erupt. I don’t do any of the things you see in porn, any of the things that look
Read moreAn SPH Experience by LetMeEatThat4U. I’ve had a lot of shit jobs. Fast-food, retail, and warehouse shifts that left my back screaming. But none of them ever owned me the way this one did. None of them ever made me feel so completely, perfectly used. Her name was Vanessa. She was in her early forties, with a body that refused to slow down—thick hips, a round ass that strained against her pencil skirts, and a voice that could cut glass.
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