By zhorvath. It had been a few months since Carlotta and I broke up, but I still wasn’t over her. She was the most incredible woman I’d ever been with, and I knew I’d never pull someone like her again. I always knew that she hadn’t been delighted; despite the long nights and deep conversations, the gifts and trips and fancy dinners, and the life we had started talking about building together, there was one thing I
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The office break room buzzed with the usual midday chatter, guys from the sales team swapping stories about weekend hookups and bar conquests. I was 25, fresh into the corporate grind, and dying to fit in. When the conversation turned to bedroom boasts, I couldn’t resist jumping in. “Man, I’ve got nothing to complain about there,” I said, puffing out my chest like it meant something. “The ladies just love my big package.” It was a
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The fluorescent lighting buzzed faintly above as Ryan stepped into the small meeting room, the door clicking shut behind him like a seal of quiet judgment. The air was cool — too cool, brushing lightly against the thin fabric of his green polo. He tugged it down self-consciously, his fingers grazing the curve of his belt buckle, then looked around. The chairs were set in a semi-circle, facing a small folding table with a projector sitting
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Amy pushed open the door to the tiny ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind her in the cramped space. The restaurant’s Mom-and-Pop vibe meant no frills: just a sink, a mirror, and the toilet squeezed against the wall. She locked the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she hiked it higher. Her fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong, yanking it aside to expose her shaved pussy. She lowered herself onto
Read moreBy TJA. Long before I met Sarah, I was at University in Brighton. Our paths may have crossed many times without even realising it, but alas, I had to wait to meet the love of my life. Anyway, for me, also a late bloomer, I was still a virgin at 18. I was always worried about my penis size because, although a very respectable size when hard, I was only about two inches when flaccid. So I
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The dinner at my new girlfriend’s old house had hit me hard. My stomach churned like a storm, and I bolted for the bathroom upstairs, the creaky wooden floors groaning under my 245 pounds. The place was a relic—peeling wallpaper, a tub that looked as if it hadn’t been scrubbed since the 1970s. I slammed the door and twisted the lock, but it felt loose, like it might give way with a strong push. No time
Read moreBy Danny M. Lost my clothes, dignity, and girlfriend at a frat party… It was a cold November or December night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as official Kappas. We arrived at the Frat house together. The place was already pulsing with loud music, laughter,
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Davey, with his muscular physique and confident stride, enters the gym changeroom, a place he knows will offer him both pleasure and pain. He strips down, revealing his well-defined abs and broad shoulders, but as he unfolds his towel, his tiny dick, a source of both shame and excitement, is exposed for all to see. He feigns embarrassment, his face reddening, but inside, he’s thrilled, anticipating the reactions of the men who frequent this space. The
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Ethan, an overweight young man with a head full of dark brown hair, walked down the busy street, his eyes fixed on the ground, trying to avoid any unwanted attention. He was aware that his appearance, especially his tiny dick, had become a source of amusement for many. The viral videos of his public pantsing incidents had made him an unfortunate internet sensation, and now he lived in fear of being recognized and ridiculed. As he
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Greg wiped the sweat from his brow as he shuffled to the front door, his oversized bathrobe hanging loosely over his obese frame. The doorbell’s chime always made his heart race a little, especially lately. It was delivery day, and that meant seeing Wayne again. The young black man had been dropping off Greg’s groceries for months now, but over the past few weeks, Greg couldn’t shake the feeling that Wayne’s eyes lingered too long on
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