A Fictional Story by Pinky_Tells. Read Part 1 Here. *** Part 2… The next morning, Wade stood outside his house wearing a loose robe and shorts. He was on the phone with a repairman. “I am telling you I did not break it myself. Why would I do that? A robber broke the door,” Wade shouted at the repairman. “Sir, if you have not broken it yourself and you were robbed, as you state, why have you not reported it?”
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by AirJorban99. Marcus Chen discovered the exploit entirely by accident. He worked in IT support for a large corporate office building downtown—fifteen floors of cubicles, conference rooms, and break areas filled with women in business casual attire. Women who walked past him daily without a second glance. Not that he blamed them. At thirty-four, Marcus was forgettable—average height, thinning brown hair, soft middle. But what made him truly invisible to women was hidden in his pants:
Read moreA 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 Story By OneInchWonder69. There’s a moment right after you say something wrong—before anyone responds, before the air in the room shifts—where you can almost still pretend it didn’t happen. A half-second window where the words are out but the consequences aren’t, and if you could just reach into the space between you and the other person and pluck the syllables back, everything would be fine. I didn’t reach fast enough. “Yeah, I’m kind of phallically challenged.” I heard
Read moreAn SPH Fictional Story by Lippy33. I need to tell this the way it actually happened, because the version I’ve been jerking off to for the past three months has gotten smoother around the edges, and the truth deserves to be preserved in its original condition. The truth is that I was twenty-seven years old, two and a quarter inches hard, an innie when soft, and I had matched with a forty-one-year-old divorcée named Renee who had no idea what
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 claireetemp. I should probably feel bad about this, but I don’t. His name was Chad. We’d matched on an app about two weeks before—cute photos, good job, funny messages. He worked in finance, had a nice smile, and didn’t send me an unsolicited dick pic, which already put him ahead of most guys on there. We texted back and forth, had decent chemistry, and eventually made plans to meet for drinks on a Friday night. Chad
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CuckedHubby222. Trent showed up on a Tuesday with a duffel bag over one shoulder, a grin that belonged on a magazine cover, and two weeks of “business” that somehow never seemed to include any actual work. “Cousin!” he boomed, pulling Colin into a one-armed hug hard enough to crack a rib. Then he turned to Vivian, and his eyes did a slow, shameless walk down her body—the dip of her sundress, the long legs she’d
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 limpshrimp83. Part One: The Purchase I need to set the scene properly, which means going back a few days before the beach trip itself. I was seventeen. Summer break. That particular window of adolescence where your body is basically done cooking but your brain is still scrambling to catch up. I’d recently figured out something about myself that I didn’t have a name for yet—didn’t even know there was a name for it—but I knew what
Read moreA Fictional Story by lucy_sometimes. She let out a heavy sigh and gently pushed me aside. “Are you serious?” she said with a frown. “I’m sorry, darling,” I replied, “I can do better.” “There has to be more to life than this,” she almost shouted, scowling, then slumped onto the bed with her back to me. It was a Sunday afternoon. About 10 minutes earlier, she had playfully dragged me up the stairs, indicated that I should lie on the
Read moreA Fictional Story by blake1. [v.sharma] Hey bug! [ElevatedWit] Hello. What’s up? [v.sharma] I messaged you on ig but idk if you saw it? Connor told me you’re looking for a roommate! [ElevatedWit] Yes, I am. And I don’t use Instagram very often. I have better things to do with my time than look at photos of people I don’t care about. [v.sharma] ahaha, so true. all you need is Discord 😎 im back in Canada at the end of
Read moreA 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 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 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 Argonattor. I did this to myself. I want to be clear about that upfront. Nobody outed me. Nobody betrayed me. I handed people the ammunition, loaded the gun, and pointed it at my own foot, and then I pulled the trigger over and over again because some part of me liked the recoil. Here’s how it started. I work at a mid-sized tech company in Austin. About sixty people on my floor, maybe a fifty-fifty split
Read moreA Fictional Story by Cuklife. The air along the salt marshes doesn’t just sit on your skin. It clings to it, a heavy weight scented with the sharp brine of a falling tide and the thick sweetness of rotting pluff mud. For nearly twenty years, that climate had been the silent backdrop to a slow, agonizing distance. When Ella finally packed her things and took a small apartment down near the waterfront, it wasn’t out of explosive anger. It was
Read moreA 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
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