By camplife4us. [google-translator] My wife is the shy and quiet type. She struggles with dirty talk in the bedroom. I enjoy talking dirty to her, and I enjoy her talking dirty to me. I like being humiliated and dominated on occasion, and we’ve played with this some, but my wife is very timid to talk dirty about much, even if it is just role play. We went to the bedroom a couple of nights ago, and both got cleaned up
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. [google-translator] Jack had always thought of himself as the kind of man who got what he wanted. He worked hard, he looked the part, and he carried himself with the crisp confidence of someone accustomed to being taken seriously. Louise, his wife, only amplified that image: a former fashion model, still stunning, with the poise of a woman who knew she was desired wherever she went. They were, by every measure, a perfect couple. Except behind
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] 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
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] 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
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] 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
Read moreBy charmer949. [google-translator] A video infomercial was playing on a large screen as meeting participants arrived. A large printed warning label filled the bottom third of the screen. WARNING: The following commercial contains sexually explicit language! Anyone under 18 should leave the meeting area immediately. On screen, a tall, thin, gorgeous brunet woman opened the infomercial with these questions: *Have you always been unable to properly penetrate your partner, no matter how much Viagra you’ve ingested? *Have
Read moreBy TJA. [google-translator] 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
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] 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
Read moreBy Danny M. [google-translator] 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,
Read moreBy Probus888. [google-translator] My father, King Oswald IX, son of Oswald VIII, King of Bosworth, Lord of the Riparian Meadows, etc., etc., looked up from his paper-strewn table. Light flooded in from the mullioned windows, illuminating the manuscripts. He held a parchment in his left hand. “Young Osgood. Good to see you. I have been sent a request for you to marry Ellessa, daughter of the Baroness of Alezeur. We have negotiated a very generous bride price and,
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] 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.
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. [google-translator] Author’s Note: A comic strip inspired this story I read decades ago. Some SPH enthusiasts might remember it. ***** The dream was always the same. Somehow, I found myself alone on a beach, naked with nothing at all to shield my shame. Coarse sand under my feet, the harsh sun burning my skin, the water so clear and so pristine. It always takes a moment for me to put two and two together… I’m back
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] 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
Read moreBy oggbert77. [google-translator] Read Part 1: The Ruler. Read Part 2: The Shave. Read Part 3: The Bow. Read Part 4: The Lesson 1 Read Part 5: The Lesson 2 ***** Part 6: My New Life… Life has been a whirlwind since that humiliating day with Mallie and Sophia. As promised, they truly did teach me a lesson I could never forget. That crazy evening with them has forever altered the trajectory of my life. The entire friend
Read moreBy SPHcbtCuckold. [google-translator] The humiliation, embarrassment, and pain were too much to handle. My beautiful BBW wife of 1 year was curled up next to me on the bed, trying to soothe me. My tears were running down my face and streaking through dried-up cum and onto her perfectly tanned breasts while she told me that this was for the best. In time, she said, “You will understand why my useless little balls had to go. It’s not
Read moreBy Pedro old. [google-translator] My wife and I decided to go into a local town for an evening snack and a drink. We were in the bar, had had a snack and a drink each, and decided to stay and have another drink. I went to the bar, ordered a large Gin & tonic for my wife and a shandy for myself. I took the drinks to the table we were sitting at, then told my wife I
Read moreBy Max Swan. [google-translator] I was driving alone down the highway back home, with still 200 miles to go. How did I find myself in this situation, you may ask? I wish I could say it was a holiday or something exciting. Still, an uncle who had lived interstate had passed away, and I had inherited his rather nice car. It was a recent model SUV (Land Rover), my uncle had bought only months before his heart attack
Read moreBy TEEBENZAR. [google-translator] Chapter 1 The sun beat down on my bald head as I stepped off the plane in Munich, the early August heat already intense. As a 50-year-old British man, I was sent on a work trip — a chance to escape the dreary London life and experience the vibrant energy of a new city. I was of average build and height, but my small penis, a mere two inches flaccid and nearly six when erect,
Read moreBy TEEBENZAR. [google-translator] CHAPTER 1 It was early April, and the heat of the Greek sun was a delicious weight on my skin as I sipped my Aperol Spritz. Mark, my husband, was chatting away with Tom, and I was deep in a conspiratorial gaze with Emily, Tom’s wife. We’d only known them a couple of days, but the four of us had instantly clicked, a rare and wonderful thing in your early thirties. It’s only been two
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here! ***** Part 3… When the doorbell rang, Brooke jumped up to let them in, betraying an excitement I hadn’t noticed during our preparations. “Welcome! Hi Allie and Timothy, so glad you could make it. Please, come in. Allie, I have nice crisp Sauvignon Blanc chilled – I’d love to share some with you if it’s not too early.” “Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” she quipped. Allie
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