A Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. The last thing Glenn said to me before we got out of the car was that he still did not see why Tess had to come. He said it pleasantly. He always said everything pleasantly. Four hours from the airport, and he waited until the engine was off and the trunk was open before he said it, so that if I reacted, I would be the one making a scene in a parking lot. “She’s
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 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 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 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 moreAn SPH Experience by olajohn667. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part. I’m thirty-three. I live at home with my mom. I know how that sounds. Trust me, I know. It’s not because I’m some ambitious guy saving for a house. It’s not because I’m caring for an ailing parent. It’s because life happened to me the way water happens to a rock—slowly, and without asking permission. I worked at a warehouse for six
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
Read moreA Fictional Story by Snailbone. Being one of the few trans girls in my college definitely put some eyes on me. At first, it was scary, but after a while I grew to appreciate the attention. It was nice knowing that some people found me sexy even if I didn’t 100% pass or anything. One of those people was a girl named May, who I immediately fell head over heels in love with after the first meeting. May was a
Read moreBy SmallPPGuy. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… The staff lounge door clicked shut, sealing Phil in a silence that felt louder than any noise. Ms. Vance didn’t sit down. She stood over him, arms crossed, studying him with the detached focus of a predator sizing up prey. Phil’s hands instinctively moved toward his lap, but she stopped him with a single sharp word. “Don’t.” His hands froze mid-air, then fell to his sides. The cage felt heavier now,
Read moreBy SmallPPGuy. Phil had spent the last hour in his room, carefully applying the coconut oil to every inch of his lean, smooth body. The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting stripes of warm light across his bare skin as he worked the slick liquid over his chest, down his stomach, and lower still. He cupped his shaved balls in his palm, making sure they gleamed, then ran a single finger along the length of his soft little
Read moreBy atlflirt. The sun’s first rays peeped through the curtain, illuminating the room in a soft, golden glow. I blinked my eyes open, still feeling the haze of the night before. As the events replayed in my mind, a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and dread washed over me. My chastity device, cold and unyielding, reminded me of the new reality I was living. Jackie was already awake beside me, her hair cascading over the pillow, her face turned away. I
Read moreBy ppprrrh. The Neighbor Evan stood in the empty kitchen of his newly bought house. It was a prominent place with a big mortgage, but he could just about afford it. The sun came streaming in from the back windows, and he thought about trying out the pool, but before that, he would almost certainly be indulging in a goon session to some Asian femdom porn. He was just about to draw the blinds when there was a loud knock
Read moreBy pinkyink. The professor’s interactions with Evie were limited to seeing her step into the lecture hall, sit, and then walk back out once the period had concluded. He felt thankful for Evie’s fondness for skirts and grunge fashion, as it made her a bit easier to pick out of the few hundred other students trickling down the steps. Evie enjoyed showing off her bare legs, as she was normally quite careful to avoid getting a tan when outside. She
Read moreBy MinimumSiz3. A few weeks before Halloween, my buddy Jack and I got into this stupid bet during a backyard barbecue. We were grilling burgers, pounding beers, and trash-talking about the upcoming NFL game. “Loser dresses like a full-on slut for the Halloween party,” he said, grinning like an asshole. “Lingerie, heels, makeup—the works.” Our place was hosting, my wife Lisa and I, inviting like 30 people. I laughed it off, figured my team would crush his. Wrong. Blowout loss—42-10.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by marriedsportsguy. I’ve always known my dick is a joke—a pathetic little nub that barely qualifies as anything. Soft, it’s shrunk down to less than half an inch, just a tiny pink wormhead peeking out from my pubes if I’m lucky, otherwise lost in the folds. Hard, maybe three inches on a good day, thin as a pinky finger. My wife Tina knows all about it; hell, she’s measured it, laughed at how her clit is bigger,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Undersized_Eggplant. My wife, Melinda, and I have been married for five years now, and from the start, she’s had this playful obsession with my little dick. It’s barely three inches hard—thin, stubby, the kind that disappears into my hand when I try to stroke it. I knew it was small when we met, but she confirmed it on our first night together, giggling as she wrapped her fingers around it and said, “Aw, it’s so cute
Read moreBy StudlyDinklittle. The first time I saw Tommy’s dick, I knew we were going to be friends for life. We’d been buddies for a few months before the sleepover happened. We were both freshmen, both quiet, both nerds in that way that made other kids leave us alone. We played video games after school, traded Pokémon cards, and laughed at the same dumb jokes. But there was this tension I couldn’t name, this unspoken thing between us that only made
Read moreBy NotSuicidalatall. I did it twice today. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it’s the anniversary of that time in high school, or maybe I’m just spiraling deeper into this obsession. But I called the suicide hotline. Not because I wanted to die—I never really do—but because I wanted to talk about it. About my tiny dick. About the humiliation. And I wanted a woman to hear it. The first call was around two in the afternoon. I
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