A Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There is one question a tailor gets to ask that nobody else on earth is allowed to. Odessa Fontaine has been asking it a long time, and it has never once gotten old. “Which side do you dress on, sugar?” The young man in the booth looked down at her with his belt in his hand and no idea in the world what she meant. “Ma’am?” “Left or right.” She had the tape around her
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot-Emergency-627. Part One: The Wedding Night I should probably start with the numbers, since that’s what matters here. Three point eight inches. Hard. That’s what I measured on our honeymoon, kneeling on the hotel bed with a ruler I’d stolen from the business center downstairs while my wife was in the bathroom. I held it against myself, pressed the metal edge into the base, and stared at the number like it might change if I looked
Read moreA Fictional Story by Grouchy-Falcon-345. I need to stop doing this to myself. Her name is Nisha, and I’ve been in love with her since the second year of college. That’s four years now. Four years of sitting next to her in lectures, four years of group dinners and movie nights and study sessions where I’d pretend to focus on the textbook while actually memorizing the way she tucked her hair behind her ear. Four years of watching her date
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Kevin sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, his hands clasped between his knees, his heart hammering so loud he was sure the neighbors could hear it. The bedroom smelled like Vanessa’s perfume — something floral and dark — and the fresh sheets she’d put on that afternoon. White sheets. She’d laughed when she’d chosen them, said they’d show everything. She was in the bathroom now, doing whatever women did that took forty-five minutes
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There have to be thirteen of them. Sigma Beta Chi has never known why. It is simply in the agreement, the way the date is in the agreement, the way it has been since the house on Lorimer Street was built. Thirteen pledges come over on the Friday before bid night. Not twelve. Not fourteen. If they cannot field thirteen, the chapter finds a thirteenth, and they always find him, and Odessa Fontaine has never
Read moreA Fictional Story by liveantelope. As we entered the bar, all I could think about was: ‘How did we end up here?‘ My wife and I have been together for five years now. We met and married when we were quite young. Now, both of us are 26; that felt like a lifetime ago. Jenn stood at 5’4″, with a petite body and long dark hair. My name is Fred, and I stand at just 5’6″, with an athletic build.
Read moreA Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… The next week was the hardest. People whispered about me when I passed them in the halls, girls like Tara and Amanda openly called me Tiny to my face, and the video of my utter humiliation at Jake’s hands was playing on repeat throughout the campus. I wanted to switch schools, but Lucy got me through it. My mom and sister supported me too. I’m not sure they
Read moreA Fictional Story by Quietoldie. My wife Jane is a stunner. I met her shortly after her first marriage ended. We met at a party at a mutual friend’s house. I was immediately drawn to her beauty and effervescent personality, even though she was sitting very close to another man. They were clearly an item, although neither was wearing a wedding ring. He kept touching her leg as they talked. I was captivated by her looks. She was showing a
Read moreA Fictional Story by Tiny Tommy. DJ was between jobs again and invited himself to stay with his brother Tom and his new wife Sherri for a week or two. He didn’t exactly mention that he was between jobs; they’d figure it out soon enough. “I’m torn, honey. I know we have a Christian duty to help others, particularly our family, but DJ can be lazy and really mean.” “That seems strange. DJ has always been nice to me.” Tom
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimumSiz3 I never planned for that night to go the way it did. None of us did, probably. It started the way most university nights start—bad vodka, cheap mixers, someone’s flat that smelled like incense and dirty dishes, four people sitting on the floor because there weren’t enough chairs. That was it. That was the whole plan. Drink, talk, maybe go home, maybe not. The kind of night that’s supposed to be forgettable. It wasn’t. —
Read moreA Fictional Story by CuckedLoser55. Karen had been dropping hints for weeks. Subtle at first—a comment about how she’d been reading articles about “opening up” a marriage, a podcast she’d been listening to about couples exploring their fantasies. But tonight, sitting across from her husband Tom at the dinner table, she decided just to say it. “I want to try a threesome.” Tom set down his fork. His face went through several expressions in rapid succession—surprise, confusion, something that looked
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. The water had seemed so inviting. Turquoise, warm, practically begging him to come in. Todd had waded out past his waist, past his chest, and started swimming parallel to the shore like he always did. Just a quick workout. Nothing serious. He didn’t notice the riptide until it had him. One second he was stroking easily, breathing side to side, and the next he was being dragged sideways and out with a force that made
Read moreA Gay/Sissy SPH Story by Dicky27. This story takes place in Atlanta. There are three people in this story- Callum Cole a eighteen year old white boy, five feet six, slim build, and four inch cock. Jake Brown forty year old black man, six feet tall, muscular, with a ten-inch cock. Lester Brown nineteen year old son of Jake, six feet tall, slim, with a nine-inch cock. This story starts when Callum finds himself facing eviction from his flat. Callum
Read moreA Fictional Story by Runtz4. Growing up with sisters, you learn to deal with certain things as a boy. As the most shared space and the one where the most private matters occur, the bathroom creates a significant arena of tension among siblings. You learn to live with hair all over the place, with products crowding the sink. And what seemed like an ever-growing assortment of shampoos, conditioners, and cleansers in the shower. Here’s what I know: girls use a
Read moreA Fictional Story by Gooner25. The morning after Kayla asked me point-blank if I was a virgin, I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. I busied myself with cereal, crunching loud enough to drown out the memory of her words. But my dick twitched under the counter every time I replayed it—the casual way she’d said it, like she already knew the answer. Like she’d already seen enough. Will clapped me on the shoulder again as he passed
Read moreA Fictional Story by Rustyleaks. “I’m so excited!” Rachel squealed, shaking both fists in front of her as Brandon pulled the car into the driveway of the giant beach house. Brandon smiled nervously and placed the rental car in park. Looking over at her, he could see just how ready she was for their adventure to begin. For the first time since they planned it, he suddenly felt the urge to call the whole thing off. Why exactly, he couldn’t
Read moreA Fictional Story by subliminalmassage. Marcus grabbed a handful of my long auburn hair, pulling me down onto his dick as he fucked me deep. My tits rattled in rhythm to his thrusts, almost hitting me in the face as I looked down at Tiny’s locked, poor neglected dicklet. Daddy was taking me from behind, as my cuck obediently treated my clit like butterscotch. I was hurtling towards the edge again. Marcus’s abs rippled in the mirror, his smooth brown
Read moreA Fictional Story by Gayman33. One day in spring, late into my senior year, I was in my regular gym class. We, of course, changed from our regular clothes to gym clothes for class, so there were 5-10 minutes on each side of class when we were unsupervised in the locker room. There was a kid in my class named Jackson. He was a good-looking kid, if a bit awkward. About 5’8, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair (in the emo
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Part One: The Discovery Tom stood in the hallway of his own home, frozen. The bedroom door was cracked open—just enough to see through. He’d come home early from work, a Friday surprise for Lisa, his wife of fifteen years. The surprise was on him. What he saw made his stomach drop and his face burn with a shame so deep it felt like his skin was on fire. Lisa was on her knees on
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by StubbyDick4. The couch springs dug into my back through the thin fabric. I shifted, pulled the shirt down over my stomach, and felt the lettering stretch across my chest — MICROPENIS CLUB – ENTRY DENIED, the tiny laughing mushroom underneath grinning up at the ceiling like it knew something I didn’t. Tim sat next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. His shirt read NUB OWNER – NO ENTRY WITHOUT MAGNIFYING GLASS in the
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