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 moreA Fictional Story by JamieDuskbane1. Daniel loved his evening swims; they alleviated some of the stress of college and improved his sleep. There was just one problem, a small problem, a very small problem. As a result, he chose to swim late at night when the pool was empty – as close to closing time as possible. The lack of a bulge in his Speedos was embarrassing; but worse still was showering and changing afterward – by waiting to the
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. ‘Thou who have been found wanting! Thou who lack that most important of qualities a man must have to call himself a man!’ John couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This was all a bit too much. She’d been droning on like this since the LARP started, and his patience was beginning to wear thin. He’d only agreed to come to this because he wanted a second chance with Luna, the girl down the hall.
Read moreA Fictional Story by LilLapper1. There’s a specific kind of courage that comes from drinking at a work Christmas party. It’s not real courage—it’s a chemical override, a temporary suspension of the self-preservation instinct that normally keeps you from doing things you’ll regret for years. And I mean years. Not days, not weeks—years. The kind of regret that surfaces unbidden in the shower, in the car, in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon meeting when someone makes an offhand comment,
Read moreA Fictional Story by NewPersonality3459. I need to set the stage before I get to what happened, because without context it won’t make sense. Or maybe it will. Maybe the humiliation is universal enough that context doesn’t matter. But I need to explain it anyway, for me, because I’m still processing all of it. My name is — doesn’t matter. I’m forty-four years old. Married for sixteen years. Up until about three years ago, I was a normal man in
Read moreA Fictional Story by Mammoth_Dare_2174 Part One: The Incident I’ll get the measurements out of the way upfront so there’s no suspense. Three point seven-five inches. Hard. That’s what I’m working with. On a good day, with the right conditions—optimal temperature, a full moon, maybe a prayer—maybe I crack four. But the honest, ruler-doesn’t-lie number is three and three-quarters. Girth-wise, I’m not winning any awards either. I can wrap my hand around myself and still have fingers overlapping. It’s not
Read moreA 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 limpshrimp83. Part One: The Original Bit I was nineteen the first time I bought Magnum condoms. Not because I needed them—God, no—but because my friends wouldn’t shut up about them. We were at a Shell station off Highway 9, the kind of place with flickering fluorescent lights and a rack of energy drinks that looked like they’d been there since the Obama administration. There were four of us: me, my buddy Connor, his girlfriend Becca, and
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. Delia Ruffin got the house, the truck, and the better part of what was in the accounts, and the first thing she did with any of it was put it in a pool. The decree came through over the winter. By the time the ground had thawed, there was a man in her backyard with a can of marking paint, and she stood at the kitchen window and watched him lay it out and did
Read moreA Fictional Story by ABeardsley. “Oooh…” I moaned as I rubbed the last dribbles of cum from rapidly softening cock into the skin lotion container in front of me while huffing the salty scent of the dirty pair of black panties I was holding against my face. Right as I was tucking my 4 inches away, I heard a knocking on the bathroom door. Shortly after, a muffled yell came from the other side of the door. “Hey, Rick! Are
Read moreA Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… Prom was not what I had been imagining all these years. I had always dreamed it was Lucy and me on the dance floor, sharing a slow, sweet dance that ended in a loving kiss. Instead, we danced together as friends, while my tiny little weenie was smushed in flat chastity. It definitely felt more fitting than the fairytale I had imagined. All night,
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 Pindickpro. Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here ***** Part 3… Wade sat on the edge of the bed until the voices downstairs softened to murmur, then to silence. The house settled—pipes ticking, wood contracting, the refrigerator humming its single note in the kitchen below. He waited for his father’s heavy footsteps on the stairs, the knock that always came after celebrations, the hand on the shoulder that meant we need to talk man to
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 SPH Story by limpshrimp83. The weather broke on a Tuesday. I don’t mean it got a little warmer. I mean it went from thirty degrees and frost on the windshield to seventy-eight and full sun in the space of about forty-eight hours, like the atmosphere had just gotten bored of winter and decided to skip spring entirely. The kind of heat that arrives with attitude, making you open every window in your apartment, stand in front of the
Read moreA Fictional Story by VaderSomething. Greece changes you. Not in the spiritual, eat-pray-love way that people talk about in essays about finding themselves abroad, but in smaller, more permanent ways—the way your skin holds the salt, the way your sense of time loosens, the way you stop caring about things that used to seem important. I spent two years working on the islands, and I can tell you that the version of me who arrived—cautious, self-conscious, measuring himself against invisible
Read moreA Fictional Story by Illustrious_Pen_7964. I keep my body shaved and not trimmed, not groomed, not manscaped—shaved. Every part of it. Chest, stomach, arms, legs, underarms. The works. I’ve been doing it for years, since I started competing, and at this point the routine is as automatic as brushing my teeth. Once a week I sit on the edge of the bathtub with a razor and a can of shaving cream, and I go over every surface, careful and methodical,
Read moreA Fictional Story by mywifeishot888. The hotel in Krakow had the kind of walls that were less walls and more suggestions. Decorative partitions. Polite illusions of privacy. I’d checked in the previous afternoon, dropped my bag on the bed, and heard the person in the next room unzip their suitcase clear as a bell. I’d heard someone two doors down sneeze. I’d heard a toilet flush on the floor above me. The building was old—pre-war, maybe older—and it had been
Read moreA Fictional Story by hey_i_am_sorry. So, a little introduction: I’m a 23-year-old average-looking guy with a decent body, and my girlfriend is 22 and called Arya. We met in college and have been dating since my second year. She is the hottest girl I could ever dream of dating. She is 5’4” curvy with 34D tits and a thick butt. She started creating content on Instagram a few years ago and has become very popular lately. Given my below-average tool
Read moreA Fictional Story by Pedro j. I spent many years refusing my husband’s desire for me to cuckold him with a very well-endowed black guy. It started after my husband stood next to a black work colleague at the urinals and glanced down, noticing how big his colleague’s penis was compared to my husband’s penis. From that day onwards, my husband tried to convince me to have a sexual experience with a black guy whose penis would be much bigger
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