By CalMaple. BUZZZ! BUZZZ! BUZZZ! I begrudgingly grabbed my phone to silence the vibrating alarm. I never used the ringer for two reasons: first, the programmed sound made me feel like I was going to vomit, and second, having an audible alarm go off in a room with someone else sleeping would be a major asshole move. My phone confirmed that it was indeed 3 a.m. Only three weeks ago, an alarm that early would’ve been a once-in-a-blue-moon event –
Read moreBy Kellion. “What are your plans for the day since you have Monday off?” I was asking as I entered the kitchen, getting ready to leave for work, and stopped dead in my tracks. My wife was bent over, rearranging the items under the sink. My eyes took in the sight of her ass, wide, full, and round, covered in her shortest denim shorts. “Take a picture, it will last longer.” She said, giving a little wiggle before standing up
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Artega stepped off the stage, the last notes of Verdi’s Aida still lingering in the air as the thunderous applause washed over him like a wave. His broad shoulders, still clad in the perfectly tailored tuxedo, resonated with the rich baritone of his voice. The grand theater, with its golden balconies and ornate chandeliers, seemed to glow in celebration of his triumph–but his mind was already elsewhere. The applause faded behind his thoughts, replaced by a sharper, more
Read moreBy asianbirdwatcher. It was all hallows eve. I was driving through a dark forest road. I looked to the passenger seat and saw my mom working on her laptop. She was a college professor of Women’s and Gender Studies who taught at a university in our city. Work has always been the most important thing for her. I could see that she was typing furiously on the keyboard with her fingers. Her eyes were focused on the monitor, and her
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SadLittleMan_88. I could hear them in the living room before I even shut the bedroom door: laughter, clinking glasses, the unmistakable rhythm of a night that was none of my business. My girlfriend, Rachel, had been planning this for weeks—a proper girls’ night with her three closest friends: Karen, Sally, and Tina. I’d kissed her cheek, told her to have fun, and retreated to our bedroom with the remote. I wasn’t sulking. Really. I just didn’t
Read moreBy HermesMendoza. The girl I’m most attracted to in this world is five or six feet above me, balanced on an aluminum ladder leaned against a thick wooden pole in the middle of nowhere. I’m holding the sides of the ladder so it doesn’t fall, staring up at the back of her silky tan thighs pouring out of a pair of tiny green track shorts. She’s opening a gray metal box with a screwdriver, her dark-brown hair blowing in the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Arrogantlyhumbled. That summer at the university apartment complex was supposed to be easy. Relaxed. A few beers, some sun, floating in the pool while pretending we didn’t have finals looming in the fall. My girlfriend at the time, Carly, and I had a decent setup—a ground-floor unit with a sliding glass door that opened right onto the patio, maybe thirty feet from the pool gate. It was practically our private oasis most days. The pool wasn’t
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Robbie stood at the front of the lecture hall, his palms slick with sweat as he adjusted the beaker on the lab bench. Thirty pairs of eyes watched him—fellow students from his advanced organic chemistry seminar, some bored, some curious. Professor Juanita Rodriguez leaned against her desk at the side, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Alright, everyone,” Robbie said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat. “So, uh, I’ve been working on a
Read moreBy MinimumSiz3. On the last night of our trip, we decided to make it memorable. Leanne and I had spent the week lounging by the infinity pool, ordering piña coladas from the swim-up bar, and fucking in our bungalow with the curtains wide open—though “fucking” was generous, more like her riding my face. At the same time, I jerked off into a towel. We met Jackie and Tom from Chicago, and Jessica and Mark from Austin. All in our late
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SnooPuppers2605. The Australian sun is brutal. Everyone knows it—slip, slop, slap, all that. But even with sunscreen, you’re supposed to get checked every year. Skin cancer doesn’t care how careful you are. And when I noticed a raised mole on my scrotum, dark and a little irregular, I figured I’d better get it looked at. My GP referred me to a dermatology clinic in the city. Clean, white, clinical. The sign in the waiting room said:
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Part 1: Alex Becomes the Example Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy, hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff, 50-year-old, burly man looked down at the desk where he had set the education notice.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Tom G. My dick is four inches long, fully erect, a source of embarrassment for decades, and one of the reasons I see only sex workers – escorts and masseuses. It was 4.5 inches long in high school, and I suspected back then it was on the smaller side, but it wasn’t until I got into my early 20s and stopped growing that I realized how inadequate my size is. Having had few dates and no
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Severe-Office-7459. I’d been working at the company for about eight months when the boss announced he was taking the whole team out for a night on the town. Dinner at a nice steakhouse, then a club, then hotel rooms booked for anyone who wanted to drink without worrying about driving home. It was supposed to be a team-building thing, a chance to let loose and bond outside the office. I’d had my eye on Jackie from
Read moreBy MinimumSiz3. I’ll never forget that spring break. The dorms had emptied out, most kids heading home or to beaches, but I was stuck—university was too far from my family to justify the trip for just a week. So when my buddy Mark offered to bring me home with him, I jumped at the chance. His family lived about three hours away, a nice suburban house with a pool in the backyard and a basement that had been converted into
Read moreBy Tcs1956. That weekend started as another date night for Denise on this Friday afternoon with a man she met on Match.com. These date nights for Denise had become routine, about once a month, sometimes two or three times. I shouldn’t say “routine” because every time was just as exciting and invigorating as the first time! Sharing my wife with other men keeps her vibrant and energetic. The more she gets, the more she wants! And I get the benefit
Read moreBy SmallShyGuy. I had always considered myself straight. That is, until a short while after I turned nineteen, when I began to question this firmly held belief. Up until that point, I had never had any sexual thoughts towards any men, real or imaginary. I had only a couple of sexual encounters under my belt. The first was with a high school girlfriend, whom I dated until I was eighteen, and the second was with a friend I made later
Read moreAn SPH Experience by StillDebate8514. I was nineteen when I started university, fresh out of high school and ready to reinvent myself. I’d always been athletic, so I jumped straight into the sports scene—swimming, dancing, and a bit of rugby. The dorm I lived in was co-ed, but I ended up rooming with a guy named Callum, who was also on the swim team. He was cool, friendly, and we got along fine. The first few weeks were a blur
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. The large black man looked down dispassionately at the chubby, middle-aged white boy sucking his cock. The black man was clearly enjoying himself, yet appeared strangely removed from what was happening. It could have been that the white boy wasn’t really all that good at what he was doing, despite how lovingly he was going about it, but in reality, this was just something the black man had grown accustomed to. It wasn’t the kind of thing to
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Camelbb6h22a4. I’ve always been the type who doesn’t flinch at a urinal. If there’s a line, I step up, unzip, and let the stream flow without a second thought about who might be watching. The restroom on the third floor of our office building has a peculiar layout: the urinal closest to the stall is angled just enough that, when you’re standing there, the crack between the stall door and the frame gives you a clear
Read moreAn SPH Experience by siriussonen. My phone buzzed on the couch cushion—a Snapchat notification from a random ad I’d made weeks ago, bored and horny, scrolling through suggested friends. Her profile pic showed a smiling woman in her 50s, hair streaked with silver, holding a wine glass. I’d sent a dumb “hey” earlier, got a polite “hi :)” back, and figured, why not? I unzipped my pants, pulled out my soft cock—already feeling inadequate just holding it—and snapped a quick,
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