A Fictional Story by thisguyagain74. I should start by saying I knew what I was getting into. Or at least, I thought I did. I’d been curious about nudism for a while. The freedom of it, the body positivity — or so the websites claimed. Everyone’s welcome, everyone’s accepted, nobody judges. That’s what they all said. And I believed it, mostly because I wanted to believe it. Because beneath the curiosity about the lifestyle was something else. Something I didn’t
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. Friday… With his wife out of town on business for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, and Andrew knew it. He hadn’t done it often, only a handful of times, but even though he couldn’t, the thought of it was almost always on his mind. But he knew it was simply too great a risk ever to take so wantonly. Wearing panties always felt like committing a crime, and the scene had to be
Read moreA Fictional Story by Tonyhammer5450. Tom and Stacy were in their late fifties, a solidly conservative Midwestern couple who’d been married thirty years. Both carried extra weight. Stacy’s body was soft and heavy, dominated by enormous, pendulous breasts and a massive, wide ass that jiggled with every step. Tom’s gut hung over a pubic mound so thick that his penis, when soft, simply vanished into the fat. Basically, he had an innie. When he managed an erection, it reached a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by aleem123p. I want to be honest about something before I start, because if I’m not, the rest of this won’t make sense. I’m going to sound like an asshole. Maybe I am one. I don’t think I am—or I don’t want to think I am—but I’ve spent enough time replaying this in my head to know that the way I felt about it wasn’t entirely clean. There was sympathy in there, sure. Real sympathy. But there
Read moreAn SPH Experience by shadechris. I need to start with the lie. Not the kind of lie you tell on purpose—the kind you live inside for so long that it stops being a lie and starts being just… what you know, what you’ve always known. The truth you carry around like a card in your wallet, ready to show anyone who asks. I was 17 centimeters—six point seven inches. I’d believed this for years. Since I was a teenager, probably—since
Read moreA Fictional Story by Zealousideal-Belt406. I’d been pissing too much. That’s the unglamorous truth of it. Not every story starts with desire or shame or the slow-burning ache of a fantasy waiting to surface. Some start with a prostate that’s decided to make itself known, a bladder that won’t shut up, a body that’s aging in the specific, unsexy way that sends you to a urologist at thirty-something because you’re tired of waking up three times a night to stand
Read moreAn SPH Experience by gagmewithyourpride. I need to rewind a bit for this to make sense. — Rehab isn’t where you expect to make friends. Or maybe it is—I wouldn’t know. The first time I went, I didn’t talk to anyone. The second time, I talked too much. The third time, which was about two years ago, I landed somewhere in the middle: quiet enough to listen, open enough to connect. That’s where I met him. His name doesn’t matter.
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Fluid_Driver3504. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part, because the worst part doesn’t make sense without understanding what came before it. I played baseball. Had played since I was seven, all the way through high school and then two years of JV at a Division II college before I transferred and hung it up. I wasn’t great. Decent fielder, mediocre bat, good enough to make rosters but never good
Read moreA Fictional Story by Max Swan. The fluorescent buzz of the hallway light was the only witness to Old Joe’s ritual. It was past midnight, and the apartment building had gone quiet. Joe stood outside his door in nothing but a threadbare undershirt, his pale, hairy belly hanging over the waistband of his boxers—which he’d tugged down just enough. His tiny dicklette sat there like a shy button, barely a nub, soft and pink, nestled in a patch of greying
Read moreA Fictional Story by NotTheBestMan. I remember the exact date. Late September. The kind of night where the air has just started to turn, and you can feel autumn creeping in, but nobody’s ready to admit it yet. My friend Tom — a few years older than me, the kind of guy who’d always been ahead in everything — was getting married in three weeks. I’d known him since I was nineteen. He was one of those natural leaders people
Read moreAn SPH Experience by laprats. So look, I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m packing anything impressive. I’ve known since high school that I’m on the smaller side. Not freakishly tiny or anything, but definitely below average — about four inches hard, and soft? Forget about it. It basically disappears into my pubes. That’s why I drive forty-five minutes out of my way to this particular K spa. It’s far enough from where I live that the odds
Read moreA Fictional Story by bothways123. What led to last night started years ago. We’d been happily married for 20+ years. We were a mirror of the old cliché – sex was good at the start; kids and life changed that. I was bored, looking for new adventures; she was reluctant. I finally convinced her to try chastity and FemDom. It was a slow start until one particular night. I guess your husband licking his cum from your pussy until you
Read moreA Fictional Story by CamWhore1. I never wanted to take my clothes off in front of Zayan. Not because I was shy in general—I’d changed in locker rooms plenty of times over the years. But there’s a difference between a quick shuffle of shorts and standing bare-assed in a hot room with someone who’s been your gym buddy for six months. Someone younger. Someone who already made you feel like you were playing catch-up in every other department. “It’ll be
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 Gay SPH Fictional Story by Tarastian. I want to be clear about something upfront: before Dylan moved in, I was normal. Not in every way—I had my kinks, like anyone—but in the ways that mattered. I was a guy with a decent sex life, a healthy sense of confidence, and no particular obsession with the size of my own cock. I’d had girlfriends who seemed satisfied. I’d had one-night stands who came back for seconds. I wasn’t Casanova, but
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimplyWaste2. Read Part 1: The Beach Moment I’ll Never Forget Read Part 2: The Singlet Read Part 3: The Corridor Part 4: The Notice Board… I’m twenty-nine now. I work in an office, sit in a cubicle, eat lunch at my desk, and pretend to be a normal person who had a normal college experience. Nobody here knows what happened to me. Nobody knows about the hostel, the seniors, the notice board, or the run. I
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. It’s a story unlikely to be believed; I hardly believe it myself sometimes. Except that it happened, and it happened to me… This must be the place, but I’m hesitant. The motor’s still running. I could just drive away now, and it’d all be a memory that never happened. Something I can forget. I’m in my junior year at university. I’m 5’11 and 160lbs. I’m lean. Not because I work out all the time, but
Read moreA Fictional Story by Cuklife. The deck was dimly lit and humid, with the distant smell of the marsh carrying on the warm breeze a thick, heavy air that stuck to the back of the neck like warm grease. Already 10:45 PM. The dinner party we had thrown had started at 3 PM, and it had thinned out hours ago. All that was left behind was the blue glow of the pool and the wet ring impressions of glass bottoms
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimplyWaste2. I’m twenty-nine now. I sit in a cubicle five days a week, under fluorescent lights, answering emails and attending meetings that could have been emails instead. Normal office job. Normal life. Nobody at work knows what I carry inside me. Nobody knows that sometimes, in the middle of a perfectly ordinary afternoon, a memory hits me like a punch to the stomach and I lose my breath for a second. This story is from my
Read moreA Fictional Story by Danny Piccolo. I stared at a whirlwind of leaves spiraling in the soft breeze in a darkened roof corner atop a small hotel situated far enough from the beach to feel completely isolated, yet close enough to hear the surf delicately hit the shore. The sight transfixed me. I was stoned. We had gone to the roof to take in the night air and smoke a small doobie. Icebreaker: Where do you live? How long are
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