A 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
Read moreA Fictional Story by thewalrus2k. There’s a specific kind of vulnerability that comes with being naked in front of someone you work with. It’s not sexual—or it’s not supposed to be—but it strips away every layer of professional armor you’ve built. You can’t hide behind a title or a desk or a carefully curated persona when you’re standing barefoot on wet tile with nothing between you and the other person’s eyes. I knew this, theoretically, before it happened. I’d played
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 JamieDuskbane1. Daniel loved his evening swims; they alleviated some of the stress of college and improved his sleep. There was just one problem, a small problem, a very small problem. As a result, he chose to swim late at night when the pool was empty – as close to closing time as possible. The lack of a bulge in his Speedos was embarrassing; but worse still was showering and changing afterward – by waiting to the
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 LilLapper1. There’s a specific kind of courage that comes from drinking at a work Christmas party. It’s not real courage—it’s a chemical override, a temporary suspension of the self-preservation instinct that normally keeps you from doing things you’ll regret for years. And I mean years. Not days, not weeks—years. The kind of regret that surfaces unbidden in the shower, in the car, in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon meeting when someone makes an offhand comment,
Read moreA Fictional Story by NewPersonality3459. I need to set the stage before I get to what happened, because without context it won’t make sense. Or maybe it will. Maybe the humiliation is universal enough that context doesn’t matter. But I need to explain it anyway, for me, because I’m still processing all of it. My name is — doesn’t matter. I’m forty-four years old. Married for sixteen years. Up until about three years ago, I was a normal man in
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by captain144. Mr and Mrs Stroud, of 119, Laurel Lane, smiled smugly at each other as they took their seats in the half-full auditorium. This was the third weekend in a row that their son, Damien, had participated in the Regional Finals of the South Eastern Boxing Championship. He had sailed through the early rounds and had numerous bouts under his belt. As far as his parents were concerned, there was no chance that their “ickle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Mammoth_Dare_2174 Part One: The Incident I’ll get the measurements out of the way upfront so there’s no suspense. Three point seven-five inches. Hard. That’s what I’m working with. On a good day, with the right conditions—optimal temperature, a full moon, maybe a prayer—maybe I crack four. But the honest, ruler-doesn’t-lie number is three and three-quarters. Girth-wise, I’m not winning any awards either. I can wrap my hand around myself and still have fingers overlapping. It’s not
Read moreAn 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 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
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