By Danny Piccolo. Approaching my car in the nearly empty lot, I felt my back pocket for my phone and realized it was not there. “Ugh..!” I had just finished a long workout and was running a bit later than usual. Still, the last-minute calls at work, the desire to push an extra set on that new chest press machine, and my exiting conversation with Linda at the front desk had pushed me into the twilight of the day. I
Read moreBy Danny. I love any CFNM fantasy, especially if it includes the bonus of SPH. I once heard a story from a female friend that sounded like my perfect story. This was at a party I went to, perhaps more of a chilled gathering, and I knew this girl quite well, Lauren was her name, and she was telling a few of us. As she told more and more of the story, I found myself getting very horny. She was
Read moreAn SPH Experience by frddygotfingered28. I’d been working at this busy Italian restaurant for about six months, slinging plates and dodging spills, when I started noticing Cindy. She was a server too—petite, with short blonde hair, freckles across her nose, and this flirty energy that lit up the dining room. We were both in our early 20s, and after closing shifts, we’d linger, chatting over leftover breadsticks. One night, she suggested grabbing drinks at the dive bar down the street.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ZoneMaster33. My girlfriend, Anna, and I have this wild tradition—every other month, we dive headfirst into a new fetish, committing fully to make it feel real and intense. It’s our way of keeping things spicy without the routine killing the vibe. Last month was some light bondage play, but this time, we picked ‘friendzoning.’ The idea? Pretend we’re not a couple anymore, just platonic besties who happen to live together. No acting like lovers, no slipping
Read moreBy George F. When this happened, I was in my late 20s. I was single at this time. At the time, I worked at a male prison and had recently become a Line Manager. I had one staff member who worked for me – a woman named Gemma who was 15 years older than me. She worked 4 days a week and handled most of the admin work I couldn’t complete. I also got help from two lower-risk, well-behaved inmates,
Read moreBy The SPH Narrator. One day in maths class at Roach Ford High School, the teacher was off, and they had forgotten to get a substitute. With 10 minutes of that period gone, it was clear no teacher was present. Kieran and his 3 friends were the most powerful bullies in school, and they had decided to close the curtains so nobody else would notice the situation they were in and could just get on with dossing about for the
Read moreBy MHMacdonald. Having knocked at the back door of the large house, foofoo stood barefoot on the patio paving slabs and waited with minimal nerves for Nikki’s elderly neighbour Mrs Rozycki, to answer the door. In a rare moment to himself without a specific menial task to complete, things to fetch, or default protocol to comply with, his mind started to roam, free of any risk of being caught idle. His thoughts turned to his soccer team, whether they were
Read moreBy Dominia Sax. So, you have a Micropenis. You sensed for years this was the case, but your diagnosis came in. It’s now scientifically proven. You own a penis so small it has its own medical terminology. You know and are keenly aware how tremendously embarrassing and humiliating it is to have a Micropenis. Especially every time your date learns that sex with you–if you ever get to have any–will be very different. And then there is the social stigma
Read moreBy fearlessemu98. I’m standing there completely naked. I glance down, and it looks like even my little dick wants to hide. I can feel it retreating into my foreskin. I’m an inch long right now, if that. I alternate between tapping lightly on the door and twisting the handle as hard as I can, but it still doesn’t open. And then I hear the clip clop of wet flip flops from down the hall. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Read moreBy Litle John. My time had come to retire, my work colleagues where 95% female, as was my manager. Nearing my last day, I was told a surprise for me had been arranged. Naively, I thought some cake and a small gift would do; how wrong I was. I arrived at work as usual. My schedule that day was light; everyone was at their posts, just as it had been for 25 years. The day moved on. Lunch
Read moreBy Eddie Mustang. I waited in the locker room before my wrestling match. I’d been waiting for this moment for months. I checked myself out in the mirror- tight blue shiny posing trunks, white pro wrestling boots, and a black leather jacket. I felt so sexy, and I was sure the female fans watching would think so too. My wrestling trunks were extremely tight, and they emphasised my tiny cock. I was nervous for the match, and
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 Pindickpro. Wade wakes up before his alarm. For a moment, he lies still, staring at the ceiling of his childhood room, listening to the familiar sounds of his house coming to life. Cups in the kitchen. Footsteps in the hallway. His father’s voice, already awake, already moving with purpose. Today. The word pressed against his chest like a weight. Today is the examination day. He sits up slowly, rubbing his face, trying to calm the tightness
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 zafar. [google-translator] Not so smart era. This happened to me over 20 years ago, before smartphones were invented, and Nokia ruled the phone market, and you didn’t need to charge your phone daily. I can’t remember the exact phone I had, but it might have been a Sony Ericsson (a quick online search suggests it was similar to the Sony Ericsson K750). It had a tiny screen and physical buttons. My wife at the time got the
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 Little John. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2: The Ex… I was lying in bed, going over the events of the last few days, caught peeking, spanked, whipped, locked in a cage, made to suck cock and eat cum, when the door opened, James entered. “What’s up, man?” I say. He walks over to the bed, slaps me across the face. “Where’s my respect?” he shouts. “You call me Sir!” “Sorry, Sir. You just surprised me.”
Read moreBy NetherRegions25. 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 face
Read moreBy Jim Priest. [google-translator] My name is Jeremy Smith. I don’t have a profession because I refuse to be part of the bourgeois system, due to the oppression of the masses. This is my lifestyle choice. It is my right to be supported by the welfare state. Middle-aged, I like to think of myself as fit and good-looking, even if my dick is small at three and a half inches when hard. I like the sight of a
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