An SPH Experience by LilDman88. On the drive over, I kept telling myself there was nothing to worry about. My girlfriend of three weeks, Danielle, sat in the passenger seat flipping through Spotify, completely at ease. She’d worn a casual sundress — pale blue, thin straps — and kept bopping her head to whatever indie playlist she’d landed on. I envied how relaxed she was. She’d met my parents once before, briefly, at a coffee shop. This was different. This
Read moreA Fictional Story by LockedforMommy. Part 1… “What are you looking at?” Lucy asked Mark, seeing he had X open on his phone again. “Nothing much,” he answered, hoping she might take an interest that would end up with her unlocking his little dick from its cage. “Show me what you’ve been looking at recently. Let’s see what kind of guy you are today. I never know with you – it could be feet or pegging or big cocks –
Read moreAn SPH Experience by NoSuccotash9240. Last summer, my family decided to do a big group trip to Goa. It was one of those holidays where everyone piles into a couple of rented rooms and spends a week eating too much seafood and pretending the heat doesn’t bother them. There were about ten of us—parents, aunts, uncles, cousins—and honestly, by day three, I was going a bit mad. I love my family, but there’s only so many times you can watch
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Regular_Fan_8273. My family was never precious about bodies. That’s the nicest way I can put it. The accurate way is: we were a household that treated clothing as optional, and nobody thought twice about it until I got old enough to realize that not every family operated this way. It probably started with my mom. A woman raised her—my grandmother—who’d come of age in a tiny coastal town where everybody swam in the same stretch of
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Smallnub24. I’ve always known I was small. You don’t make it to twenty-two years old without figuring that out. But knowing it and having it pointed out are two very different things. When I’m hard, I measure about 9.5 centimeters—just under four inches—and thin. But flaccid? Flaccid is worse. When I’m soft, there’s almost nothing there. Just the head and its foreskin, barely protruding from my body. My balls hang lower than my dick does. I’ve
Read moreA Fictional Story by Smallnub24. The steam hit me first — thick, wet, heavy in my lungs — and then the heat, rolling over me in layers as I climbed to the upper bench. That’s always been my thing. I like the sauna hot. The kind of heat where your skin prickles, your breath goes shallow, and your body starts sweating within thirty seconds. The upper bench is closer to the ceiling and the heat source, and that’s where I
Read moreA Fictional Story by PigspigsEverywhere. “I saw you.” “Yeah?” she smiled, sitting propped up on the pillows of our bed. “With him.” “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” she smirked. “His hands….on your skin.” “Mmmm, yeah…he’s got big…strong…hands.” She lay back on the bed I had bought her with a wistful smile of remembrance. “Did, did…” “You know he did. You wanted it….but, baby, shit, I wanted it more.” Her left hand pushed at her own knee, opening her leg.
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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 —
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 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 moreAn 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
Read moreA 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
Read moreA 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,
Read moreAn 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
Read moreA 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
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 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
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