An SPH Experience by Bill. The story is true! To the best of my ability, I will try to recount it from the beginning. My name is Bill, and my wife is Renee. She and I are both 60 at the time of this writing. She and I were each married before to different people. She got divorced in her 30s. I got mine around the same time. She got the house in her divorce, and my ex and I
Read moreAn SPH Fictional Story by Lippy33. I need to tell this the way it actually happened, because the version I’ve been jerking off to for the past three months has gotten smoother around the edges, and the truth deserves to be preserved in its original condition. The truth is that I was twenty-seven years old, two and a quarter inches hard, an innie when soft, and I had matched with a forty-one-year-old divorcée named Renee who had no idea what
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CuckExtreme99. Nathan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, completely naked, waiting. His wife Brooke sat on the counter behind him, legs crossed, watching his reflection with a lazy, cruel smile. She was already dressed for the evening—a black lace bodysuit that made her tits look incredible, her dark hair pinned up the way her boyfriend liked. “Look at it,” Brooke said, nodding at his crotch. “Honestly, babe. I still can’t believe I married that.”
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CuckedHubby222. Trent showed up on a Tuesday with a duffel bag over one shoulder, a grin that belonged on a magazine cover, and two weeks of “business” that somehow never seemed to include any actual work. “Cousin!” he boomed, pulling Colin into a one-armed hug hard enough to crack a rib. Then he turned to Vivian, and his eyes did a slow, shameless walk down her body—the dip of her sundress, the long legs she’d
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by LilPP33. Colin parked where the trailhead sign used to be, engine off, cock already leaking. Not that anyone would call it a cock. Soft, it was an inch of foreskin-shrouded nothing, tucked against his sac like it was hiding from the world. Hard—which it was now, straining against his nylon shorts—it stood a proud two inches, thin as a thumb, with a flushed little head no bigger than an acorn. He was thirty-four years
Read moreA Fictional Story by Sass4bass. I am a 24-year-old guy, fresh out of college, and I have just moved to a new city for my first real office job. I have always been the quiet type, with an average height, a slim build, and a kind of personality that fades into the background. I never had a girlfriend and was still a virgin. When I decided to move here, it finally felt like a chance to start over, but I
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Colin found out on a Tuesday, three hours early from work, standing in his own backyard with his fly already straining. The pickup in the driveway should have been the first clue. The sounds through the cracked bedroom window were the second. He should have turned around. Instead he crept to the gap in the curtains like the coward he was about to discover he was—and saw his wife’s legs in the air, and a
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. Part One: The Purchase I need to set the scene properly, which means going back a few days before the beach trip itself. I was seventeen. Summer break. That particular window of adolescence where your body is basically done cooking but your brain is still scrambling to catch up. I’d recently figured out something about myself that I didn’t have a name for yet—didn’t even know there was a name for it—but I knew what
Read moreA Fictional Story by Jane42GG. Prologue If every guy had a nine-inch cock, the world would be a boring place. We need men with small cocks to enjoy the big cocks. It’s that simple. And some men enjoy the humiliation of two women berating them for their small penises. This story explores that idea. Eric is new to our fetish club. Eric has a small penis. He craves small penis humiliation. Gloria is new to the group and is keen
Read moreAn SPH Experience by babydick6. I’ve known Mistress for six years now. For four of those years, we’ve been genuinely close friends—the kind of friendship that survives breakups, distance, and long stretches of silence when you both just know the other person is still there. We dated once. It didn’t work out for the usual reasons, but the connection never died. It just changed shape. So when she told me she’d recently broken things off with Bull—but they were staying
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Adventurous-Door-704. I know the exact number because I’ve measured it more times than I can count, and each time I hope the ruler is wrong. Four and seven-eighths inches. That’s what I am now, hard, on a good day, when the blood cooperates, and the anxiety doesn’t win. Four and seven-eighths. I round it to “a little under five” when I think about it, because “under five” sounds like a category and “four and seven-eighths” sounds
Read moreA Fictional Story by lucy_sometimes. She let out a heavy sigh and gently pushed me aside. “Are you serious?” she said with a frown. “I’m sorry, darling,” I replied, “I can do better.” “There has to be more to life than this,” she almost shouted, scowling, then slumped onto the bed with her back to me. It was a Sunday afternoon. About 10 minutes earlier, she had playfully dragged me up the stairs, indicated that I should lie on the
Read moreA Fictional Story by Musclebaby. I was casually going about my business that day. I went to the gym, then to the comic store. While I was at the comic store, I saw an amazingly beautiful woman. She had long, luxurious blonde hair, tan skin, and captivating blue eyes with a hint of green. She had magnificent curves as well that were accompanied by a large bottom and large breasts. I instantly imagined being her boyfriend. Eventually I came to
Read moreA Fictional Story by InternationalDig4268. I’ve never been the kind of guy who pretends, not about money, not about my job, not about my body. I’m forty-six years old, moderately overweight, going bald in a way I’ve stopped fighting, and I have a four-inch cock. Hard. That’s the number. Four inches. I measured it years ago with a ruler pressed against my pubic bone because I’d read online that’s how you’re supposed to do it, and I wanted at least
Read moreA Fictional Story by blake1. [v.sharma] Hey bug! [ElevatedWit] Hello. What’s up? [v.sharma] I messaged you on ig but idk if you saw it? Connor told me you’re looking for a roommate! [ElevatedWit] Yes, I am. And I don’t use Instagram very often. I have better things to do with my time than look at photos of people I don’t care about. [v.sharma] ahaha, so true. all you need is Discord 😎 im back in Canada at the end of
Read moreA Fictional Story by RandyKneeling. “Please come in, Becky. We were just into our second cup after breakfast. Norman, look who I ran into on her morning walk.” It was our attractive, if conservatively understated neighbor, who lived two houses down in our quiet little subdivision. Becky, who, unbeknownst to her, was the frequent star of my late-night fantasies. And thanks to my wife’s recently cultivated verbal talents and prodding questions, those fantasies were now as familiar to Carla as
Read moreA Fictional Story by Scott Frieh. The hot tub was my idea. And the main thing I wanted it for—okay, the only thing—was what it got used for, so great, I got my wish, and now my marriage is in hot water. A few months ago I asked my wife if she’d ever had an orgasm with me, and she said, “Yeah, I think so. I’m sure I have.” I calmly removed the harpoon from my heart. To be honest,
Read moreA Fictional Story by Wankerino. Part 1… Miss Cynthia Remington reclined in her tall red leather-clad throne. She was a pimp… among other things… and ran a highly immoral prostitution ring… and it paid her very well… Sex sells. It was the way of the world… and her Master understood it better than anyone… She was 45 but looked like she was in her early 20s. She was tall, slim, and white with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. In my early twenties, I ran with a pretty tight crew. We’d all met in college and stuck around the same city after graduating, renting houses a few blocks apart and spending most weekends at someone’s apartment, drinking until sunrise. There was this one guy, Brandon, who I’d known since sophomore year. Tall, broad-shouldered, played rugby. He had this habit—especially after a few beers—of bringing up his dick in conversation. It wasn’t subtle. We’d be
Read moreA Fictional Story by Bienbyswitch. “Take your clothes off.” M grinned from the sofa as I stood in front of her. She’s a smoking hot goth girl. Neon green bob haircut, tattoos, piercings, my dream girl. We had met at a kink club 2 and a half years ago, and both being switches, our sex and kink life is always evolving. “Lie down.” There was the look in her eye that I couldn’t help but obey. The vulnerability of her
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