By LilDean. “Did you know there’s a three-second rule for microwaving burritos?” I said, watching Kelya kick off her heels by the door. She didn’t laugh. That was my first clue that something was wrong. Kelya always laughed at my dumb microwave facts—even the one about how popcorn pops in reverse if you film it at 10,000 frames per second. Instead, she just dropped her bag on the floor like it weighed a thousand pounds and walked straight
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The girls’ gym echoed with the faint squeak of sneakers on the polished floor, even though classes had ended hours ago. Empty lockers lined the walls, and the air hung heavy with the scent of old sweat and rubber mats. I shouldn’t have been cutting through here, but it was a shortcut, and more importantly, I spotted Hannah near the bleachers. She was laughing at something, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, that tight tank top
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. John’s heart pounded as he navigated the bustling city streets, the rough fabric of his trench coat brushing against his bare skin underneath. At 35, he lived for these moments—the thrill of the hunt, eyes scanning the crowd for the next pretty face that would make his tiny cock twitch. The afternoon sun filtered through the skyscrapers, casting long shadows on the sidewalk packed with office workers and shoppers. He felt the familiar ache in his groin, his
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Tyson fidgeted with the edge of his napkin as he waited at the small corner table in the cozy Italian bistro. The soft hum of conversations and clinking glasses filled the air, but his stomach twisted with nerves. He’d agreed to this blind date on Donna and Mike’s insistence, mutual friends who’d sworn it would be a good match. At 22, Tyson wasn’t exactly swimming in dating options, especially not with his secret weighing on him like
Read moreBy Salomeee. It all started after I turned 18, when my Mom and I moved to Baltimore in the glorious year of 2002. After breaking up with her latest boyfriend, she found herself in dire financial straits and accepted an Assistant Manager position at a textile plant in Sparrows Point. It was not an easy decision. We lived in Santa Monica, right across the country. Worse for me, I was in my last year of High School, but
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! Read Part 3 HERE! ***** Part 4… I’m left slumped in the armchair, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. The taste of my own cum clings to my throat, bitter and shameful, but it grounds me in this haze of submission, my tiny dick softening against my thigh, spent yet already stirring from the afterglow of her dominance. The living room feels too quiet now, the echo of
Read moreBy NothingStranger. [google-translator] Read Part ONE Here. Read Part TWO Here. ***** Part 3… I was almost at my limit. I didn’t want her to stop, but I knew the risk if I finished when I wasn’t supposed to. I was desperate, though, and the grip of her dainty fingers on my tiny little cock felt so incredible. I moaned into the gag. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! ***** Part 3… My tiny dick, barely softening, throbs in my loose grip, slick with the remnants of my earlier mess. I release it for a moment, slumping back in the armchair, the leather creaking under me. The house feels emptier than ever, silent except for the distant hum of the fridge. She’s out there, living her wild night, while I’m stuck here, chained to this chair
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! ***** Part 2… The minutes drag on like hours, my tiny dick throbbing in my fingers as I edge myself on the couch, the photo of her creampied pussy burned into my mind. The living room feels stifling, the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy in the air. I glance at the clock—half an hour since her last message. My phone sits silent beside me, mocking my wait, but deep
Read moreBy LilDean. The cracked screen of my phone lit up with Debbie’s name—same as always, just ‘Debbie,’ no heart emoji, no pet name. I hadn’t changed it since the breakup. My thumb hovered over the notification as the AC unit rattled, as if it were coughing up a lung. Her message was simple: ‘Hey Stranger 😜 How are you?’ Like we hadn’t spent six months tangled in each other’s beds, her teeth marks still faint on my shoulder.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] I’m alone in the house, a prisoner of my own insecurities and desires. The silence is broken by the familiar buzz of my phone, a sound that sends a jolt of anticipation through my body. I pick it up, my heart racing, knowing it’s her—my Sue—sending another tantalizing glimpse into her wild night out. The first picture appears on the screen, and my breath catches. She’s there, my beautiful, confident Sue, surrounded by laughter and
Read moreBy VerbalAbuse. [google-translator] The tall, hairy, heavyset man lingered near the waterline, occasionally stepping into the shallows but rarely venturing far. His caution wasn’t due to the waves; despite the overcast sky and the breeze, the sea was calm. His reason for being at the clothes-optional beach was simple: to watch women — that, and to hang out in the nude. His barrel-shaped body was covered in thick hair whose color was fading from age. A small
Read moreBy NetherRegions25. [google-translator] My name is Adam Carmichael, President and owner of a successful small import empire in central Florida. Outside, I seem to have it all. At 32, I used good looks and a charming personality to secure contracts and establish long-term client relationships. The easy part was realizing that my persuasive skills, assertive personality, and driven nature could be put to good use. Yes, I am a little cocky, as my stats scream star power: handsome
Read moreBy Outsider1505. [google-translator] He stared at the screen, eyes fixated on the words waiting for him there. Words he never expected to see. At least, not from her. It’d been nearly three months now, countless days and weeks gone by ever since he’d first stumbled upon her page. Since he’d found himself tangled up in her web, and completely and utterly under her spell. His Goddess. Ever since he’d first debased himself for her amusement, barking for
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part One Here Read Part TWO Here ***** Part 3… A week dragged by in a haze of frustration and shame, my balls still aching from Tina’s nails, that weak dribble of cum haunting my every jerk-off attempt. None of them satisfying, just edging me closer to madness without release. Mom finally cornered me one afternoon, her voice firm as she handed me the keys to her old car. “Luke is out of town
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part One Here ***** Part 2… I lay there for what felt like forever, my chest sticky with that pathetic dribble of cum cooling into a gross film on my skin. The shame burned hotter than the denied ache in my balls, twisting my gut as I replayed Tina’s laugh, her flicking nail on my softening dick. How could my own sister do this to me? Part of me wanted to scream, to hate
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] The steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a thin towel around my waist. My heart hadn’t quite settled from that awkward moment earlier, bumping into my sister Tina right outside my bedroom door, buck naked after chugging that Pepsi. She’d stared at me, her eyes flicking down for a split second before she muttered about needing to pee and bolted to the living room.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] The afternoon sun beat down on the street, the air thick with the scent of fresh-cut grass and motor oil. Timmy, walking beside the Brown’s house, noticed their garage door was open, and he could see a pile of dirty clothes sitting near the laundry that they had in there. Now, Timmy had the hots for Mrs. Brown. She was a total MILF, her caramel black skin and big curvy body always turned him on.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] The office break room buzzed with the usual midday chatter, guys from the sales team swapping stories about weekend hookups and bar conquests. I was 25, fresh into the corporate grind, and dying to fit in. When the conversation turned to bedroom boasts, I couldn’t resist jumping in. “Man, I’ve got nothing to complain about there,” I said, puffing out my chest like it meant something. “The ladies just love my big package.” It was
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] “That squeaky hinge,” Brooke groaned, tossing her towel onto a plastic chair. “Seriously, Matis? Oil that thing already.” She ran fingers through her buzzed green hair, grinning as the metal gate screeched again behind Kimmy. I tried focusing on the lemonade pitcher sweating onto the patio table. Really tried. But Brooke’s bare feet fascinated me—long toes with chipped turquoise polish, the high arches flexing against sun-warmed concrete as she stretched her lean frame. Her neon-green
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