The Discovery

A Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Kevin had noticed the changes over the past month. His father Walter’s sneers had grown sharper, his insults more pointed. At Sunday dinner, Walter had made Kevin fetch his own beer while loudly commenting that some men just weren’t built to be providers. His wife Brittany had pressed her lips together, hiding something behind her eyes. The breaking point came on a Tuesday evening. Kevin had come home early from his accounting firm—some issue with

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The School Dress Code

A Fictional Story by Anonymous2207. This was my final year of school, and I couldn’t be more excited to head off to college. I was looking forward to being in college next year and going to an Ivy League school. Frankly, it should be a cakewalk. I am head and shoulders above everyone in my class. I am probably more intelligent than all my class combined. Compared to me, they are just a bunch of babbling baboons. Even the teachers

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The Picture

A Fictional Story by Shot_Lemon4985. My wife’s name is Brenna. I want to start with that, because everything that follows is about her — about what she knew, what she didn’t know, what she learned, and what she did with what she learned. She’s the center of this story, even though it’s really about me. About my dick. About the thing between my legs that I’ve spent my entire adult life trying not to think about and that she —

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The Alpha-Beta Score

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

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Dirty Lotion

A 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

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Happy Birthday 3

A 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,

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Morning at the In-Laws

An SPH Experience by Smart_Hyena7440. I’m writing this two days later, and my face is still hot when I think about it. I’ve replayed it a hundred times. I’ll probably replay it a hundred more. My stomach does this thing—this flip—every time the image surfaces, which is constantly, because my brain has decided that this memory deserves permanent residency in my frontal lobe. I need to get it down. I need to describe it, from start to finish, because the

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Happy Birthday 2

A Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… The next week was the hardest. People whispered about me when I passed them in the halls, girls like Tara and Amanda openly called me Tiny to my face, and the video of my utter humiliation at Jake’s hands was playing on repeat throughout the campus. I wanted to switch schools, but Lucy got me through it. My mom and sister supported me too. I’m not sure they

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Happy Birthday 1

A Fictional Story by anonymous2727. My name is Jimmy Lee, and today is my birthday. I usually don’t make a big deal about it, or even expect people to wish me a happy birthday; I’m more the type to lay low. However, after my terrible freshman year, I decided as a sophomore I would make an effort to fit in and be more outgoing. So I decided to throw a party and invite everyone I knew. I was super excited,

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The Jack and Jill

An SPH Experience by west_my_. I need to set the scene before I get to the moment, because the moment only makes sense if you understand the architecture—both of the house and of my brain. I was nineteen. Living at home while attending community college. My sister Kristen was twenty-one, home from university for the summer. Our house had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom—a single bathroom sandwiched between our two bedrooms, with a door on each side. In theory, you were supposed

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Life with my Lump

A Fictional Story by kleincox. -1- A couple of months ago, my wife invited her sister over one Saturday morning to do some scrapbooking. My wife recommended that I work in the yard so they could have some privacy. Yard work is one of my least favorite ways to spend a Saturday morning, but it did need some attention, and I was not in the mood to deal with my sister-in-law’s criticism. We had never really gotten along, and she

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A Little Growing

A 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

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Door Wide Open

An 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

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The Squeaky Bed

An SPH Experience by 5baconators. My wife has a sister who is the kind of woman other women hate without knowing why. Not because she’s beautiful—though she is, in a sharp, angular way—but because she’s fit. Genuinely, offensively fit. The kind of fit that comes from years of discipline: early mornings, clean meals, a body treated like a project. She doesn’t have much of an ass. Barely any chest. But what she has is tight. Everything on her is taut

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Stealing Leads to Exposure

An SPH Experience by LittleJohn. Hi, my name is John. I am 18 years old and fell in with a bad crowd. I like to gamble and always seemed to lose. I had borrowed money from some of the guys, and they wanted it back. I had two ways out: take a beating from them or help them steal radios from cars. As they were bigger than me, I chose the radios. They told me it would be Friday night.

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Micro

An SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I need to set the scene before I get to what happened this morning, because without context it won’t make sense. Without context, it’ll sound like a one-off comment, a bad moment, something that happened and passed. It didn’t pass. It doesn’t pass. Things like this don’t pass when you’re me—when you’re nineteen and living at home, and your mother knows what you’re packing and has known for your entire life and has apparently decided,

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The Photo

An SPH Experience by Eastern_Discount_518. I’ve always been cursed. There’s no other way to put it. Even now, as a grown man, fully hard, I’m barely three and a half inches. That’s it on a good day. Soft, I hang at maybe an inch and a half, and that’s being optimistic. Most of the time it’s just a little nub, barely visible, tucked in against my body like it’s trying not to be noticed. I’ve spent my whole life dodging

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Uncle Rod’s Visit

A Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Chapter One: The Arrival Tom stood at the front door, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched the old pickup truck pull into the driveway. His wife Claire stood beside him, her auburn hair pulled back in a casual ponytail, wearing a sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She’d been skeptical when Tom mentioned his uncle was coming to stay for a couple of weeks. “He’s family,” Tom

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The Family Shame

An SPH Experience by iloveheavyracks. I’d been parked on the couch for hours, beer in hand, eyes glued to the 75-inch screen where Ronaldo was setting up for a free kick. My buddy Seth was sprawled in the recliner next to me, equally invested, yelling at the ref for a call he disagreed with. The World Cup semifinal was tense, and the UFC prelims were playing on my phone in picture-in-picture mode. Five hours. Five goddamn hours since I’d heard

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The Little Nephew

An SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I’m nineteen. Muslim. Living at home with my family in a house that’s never quiet and never empty. Three boys—me at nineteen, my middle brother at eight, and the youngest at two. My parents are traditional. My mother especially. She’s the kind of woman who runs the household with an iron fist wrapped in a warm smile, the kind who knows everything about everyone and shares it freely with her sisters over long phone calls

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