A Fictional SPH Story by bienbyswitch9. She had me tied down on my back, not in a dungeon, not in some elaborate playroom—just our bedroom, with soft sheets and the familiar scent of her shampoo lingering on the pillows. My wrists were bound to the headboard with silk scarves, the kind of restraint that was more about surrender than actual captivity. I could have pulled free if I really wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I never wanted to.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PantsedStudent55. Freshman year. Second semester. I still cringe thinking about it, but somewhere along the way, that cringe turned into something else—something that still makes my face hot and my stomach tight in a way I’ve learned to recognize. Our RA, Brittany, was notorious for her “bonding activities.” Wednesday nights in the common room, she’d drag us into whatever weird game she’d found on Pinterest or some college blog. Most of it was harmless—never-have-I-ever, truth or
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by RogerTheDodger88. The lights of the police interrogation room hummed overhead as Daniel sat in the metal chair, his hands cuffed in front of him. His heart pounded against his ribs. He’d been pulled from his apartment just twenty minutes ago—two officers at his door, reading him his rights before he could even process what was happening. “Indecent exposure,” Detective Morrison said, sliding a folder across the table. “Three separate incidents. Women identified you from
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by IronEagle33. Part 1 Commander Scott Mitchell had achieved what most men only dreamed of. Three missions to the ISS—a scheduled spot on the upcoming Artemis moon landing. At forty-two, he was NASA’s golden boy—square-jawed, physically fit, and universally respected by his peers. None of them knew about the three inches that had ruled his life since high school. — The hookup had been Dr. Kimberly Ashford’s idea. She was the new flight surgeon at Johnson
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by AirJorban99. Marcus Chen discovered the exploit entirely by accident. He worked in IT support for a large corporate office building downtown—fifteen floors of cubicles, conference rooms, and break areas filled with women in business casual attire. Women who walked past him daily without a second glance. Not that he blamed them. At thirty-four, Marcus was forgettable—average height, thinning brown hair, soft middle. But what made him truly invisible to women was hidden in his pants:
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by TheFuzz256. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as he sat at the metal table, wrists cuffed in front of him. The room was cold—intentionally so, he suspected. His heart hammered against his ribs. The door swung open, and two officers walked in. The first was tall, with broad hips and heavy breasts straining against her navy uniform shirt. Her partner was shorter but just as stacked, her button threatening to pop between her cleavage. “Detective Reeves,”
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Sissyboi44. The locker room smelled of coconut sunscreen and salt air. Marcus—no, wait, I need a different name—Kevin stood in front of the mirror, heart hammering against his ribs as he tugged the tiny scrap of pink fabric up his thighs. The bikini bottoms were ridiculous. Deliberately so. White polka dots scattered across candy-pink spandex, with ruffles along the hip seams and a little bow right at the front waistband. They’d been marketed as “junior’s
Read moreA Fictional Cuckold SPH Story by bustycuckcouple. Read Part 1 Here — PART 2… Outside on the front porch, submissive cuckold husband Kyle continued to hand out Halloween candy, unaware of exactly what his buxom switch wife Katie was enduring upstairs in their home… or specifically why. Upstairs in their marriage bedroom, Katie still knelt on the floor. Hunched over from a bout of frustration, her thick booty pressed against the 4-inch heels, she attempted to recover from her exertions.
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Camwhore1. The doorbell rang at exactly eight o’clock, and my hands trembled as I knelt beside the couch, right where Hana had told me to wait. My wife of six years had spent the last hour getting ready. I’d watched her paint her lips red, brush her black hair until it gleamed, and slide into black lace she’d never once worn for me. She looked stunning. She also hadn’t let me touch her in three
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by PartyHardy11. Let me tell you about the fourth gig, because the fourth gig is the one I replay in my head at night, the one that ruined me for normal life. Quick facts first, because the facts matter. I’m twenty-eight. I have a job, a car, a perfectly forgettable face. And I have a dick that is 3.9 inches erect, measured honestly, bone-pressed, on a good day, by a man who has measured it probably
Read moreA Fictional Story by Jane42GG. Preface I am fascinated by what makes men cum. I love cock of all varieties. I would like to work in a shop men visit with their problem cocks. I would help them work out why their cocks were causing them issues. We would fix their cocks together. Disclaimer All characters are over 21. All characters consent to themes including fingering, medical examination, small penis humiliation, huge tits. Please read further only if you enjoy
Read moreA 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
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