A Fictional Story by StorieCap. “So… I just have to put my finger in the scanner?” “Yes, sir,” the nurse answered. In the year 2320, the global government is led by an AI. The system determines your life path based on your genetics and accomplishments. At each life milestone, a new part of your path is revealed by the system. At 18, your sexual role is assigned according to this finger scan. You can be between alpha/dominant [Max score of
Read moreAn SPH Experience by AcornSoft4. The first time my ex-wife wanted to play with SPH in the bedroom was a few months into dating. I had already expressed how much I enjoyed playful teasing, and had even hinted at chastity play already as well. So we were pretty open about some kinky stuff we both enjoyed, but the thing she was most hesitant about was hurting my feelings by “making fun” of my penis size. I explained that I didn’t
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 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 Fictional Story by JonnyK. The measurement had happened three weeks earlier. I need to start there because everything that followed—the wedding, the table, the question, the answer—traces back to that night in our bedroom when my wife held a ruler against my erection and said the number out loud. Her name is Claire. She’s shy. Not the cute, performative kind of shy that some women do at parties—the batting eyelashes, the performative giggling, the oh stop it kind of
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 moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. I remember the exact moment the word “micropenis” entered my life. Not as a fetish term I’d found on some late-night internet spiral, but as a clinical diagnosis spoken by a urologist who was trying very hard to be kind and failing at it. I was twenty-three. I’d avoided doctors for years — avoided anything that required me to be naked below the waist, actually. Gym class in high school had been its own circle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Her name was Tasha, and she knew everything. Not everything in a vague, close-friend way. Everything. She knew about the chastity cage. She knew about the Venus Berlin trip. She knew about the camgirl sessions where I paid women to laugh at my dick on screen. She knew about the locker room incident, the stag party, the nude beaches. She had a folder on her phone labeled “Beta Boy Evidence” that she’d started as a
Read moreA Fictional Story by newpatek09. The sun was brutal that afternoon, cooking the concrete paths between attractions until they shimmered like mirages. I’d been sweating through my swim trunks for hours already, but it had nothing to do with the heat. Everywhere I looked, bikini bottoms rode up between thick cheeks. Girls from my graduating class and strangers alike paraded around in suits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I’d been fighting a low-grade chub since we walked through
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by n8slayer. Amy wasn’t my first kiss. She wasn’t my first crush. But she was the first girl I ever had sex with, and she made damn sure I’d never forget the experience — though not for the reasons you might be hoping. I was twenty when we started dating. She was the same age, but lightyears ahead of me in experience. I’d later find out the exact number — seven guys before me. Seven. I’d
Read moreA Gay/SPH Fictional Story by Overthinking_Dream. The fire started at 2 AM. I woke to the smell of smoke first—thick, acrid, crawling under my door like fingers. Then the alarms. Then shouting. I grabbed my phone and wallet and bolted out into the corridor in my shorts and t-shirt, barefoot on the hot concrete. The room next to mine—the electrical storage room—was fully engulfed. Flames licked up the walls and black smoke billowed across the ceiling. The site’s fire suppression
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Part 1: Alex Becomes the Example Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy, hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff, 50-year-old, burly man looked down at the desk where he had set the education notice.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by sphbuyer. It was a regular Thursday night at my local. Nothing special—just me, a pint of bitter, and the low hum of conversations around the pub. I was sitting at the bar, nursing my drink, when a group of people settled in at the table behind me. I could hear them laughing, loud and carefree. Two girls, four guys, all in their early twenties. Young, energetic, the kind of group that makes the whole room feel
Read moreAn SPH Experience by clittydicksub. It all started innocently enough—or at least, that’s what I told myself back when my wife, Leanne, first spilled the beans about my little problem to her family. We’d been married for five years, and yeah, my dick isn’t much to write home about. Soft, it’s barely over an inch, and hard? Maybe four on a good day, if I’m really worked up. Leanne (my wife) had joked about it in bed once or twice,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ShortdMan22. I’ve known Kate for years—she’s that wild, unfiltered type of friend who owns her sexuality without apology. Pervy as hell, always dropping stories about her hookups or teasing the guys in our circle about their bedroom skills. With her wedding coming up, the bachelorette party was bound to be a riot, and since I get off on SPH harder than anything, I figured I’d contribute something special. My dick’s pathetic: soft, it’s barely an inch,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by InfoAlpha. I had gone to the infirmary while I was a senior at a coed boarding school. I had gotten the chicken pox, my whole body was itching, and I had a bad combo of poison ivy and a sunburn on top of that. For the most part, my skin was a mess. The on-duty nurse told me I could take the rest of the day off from my classes, and she started applying ointment to
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Human_Drummer4378. We’d just hauled the last box into our cramped studio apartment in the heart of the city, the kind of place where the skyline glittered through the window like a promise of reinvention. Moving from our sleepy mid-sized town hundreds of miles away felt like shedding an old skin—Lucy and I, dead serious after only eight months together, betting it all on this fresh start. She was 24 then, a knockout at 5’5 and 120
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