An SPH Experience by PremieLord. The clock on my desk said 8:57 AM when I heard the first soft click of heels on the linoleum outside my office. I didn’t look up immediately. I was reviewing reports, trying to get a jump on the day before the chaos started. Then she knocked on my open door. “Good morning! HR told me to check in with you first.” The voice was light, friendly, tinged with a youthful energy that immediately made
Read moreA Fictional Story by FunReality5953. I’d been seeing Dr. Claire Voss for about six months. She came highly recommended—a specialist in intimacy and sexual confidence issues, with a tidy office in a converted townhouse in Utrecht. The building was elegant, all exposed brick and tall windows, with a small waiting room at the front and her private office at the back. Professional. Quiet. Safe. I needed safe. My problem—my “little” problem, as I’d taken to calling it in sessions—had been
Read moreAn SPH Experience by OLTFRTT2. Her name doesn’t matter. What matters is that she was Puerto Rican, nerdy, and had an ass that I thought about every time she walked away from me—which was often, because we were friends, and friends walk away from each other constantly, and every single time she turned around in front of me, my eyes dropped to the curve of her hips and the round, thick, heavy swell of her ass beneath whatever she was
Read moreA Fictional Story by joifiend11. Diane, whatever ethical objection you’re trying to lodge isn’t landing. I mean, I see what you’re getting at. Yes, I know Prometheus is actively seeding and creating conflict between the players. It’s a competition; that’s the nature of it. And I don’t think that’s inherently unethical. Do you complain that the rules of American football allow players to deck one another? That the slowest sprinters in the Olympics don’t get medals? That the rules of
Read moreA Fictional Story by bothways123. What led to last night started years ago. We’d been happily married for 20+ years. We were a mirror of the old cliché – sex was good at the start; kids and life changed that. I was bored, looking for new adventures; she was reluctant. I finally convinced her to try chastity and FemDom. It was a slow start until one particular night. I guess your husband licking his cum from your pussy until you
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PrejJack. I’d been going to the gym for about a month. Nothing crazy—just trying to get in shape, drop a few pounds, maybe build some confidence. The place was decent, not too crowded at 6 PM, mostly regulars. I was still figuring out which machines did what, trying not to look like an idiot. Then she walked in. I’ll never forget that moment. The door swung open, and there she was—hoodie on, body-tight purple yoga pants
Read moreA Fictional Story by Difficult_Way_1656 I need to say this out loud. Or write it. Or whatever this is. I’ve never told anyone the full story — not the girls, not anyone. But this is where it started. This is where I learned what I am. — Freshman year. I was eighteen. I’d been out for about six months — came out to my mom the summer before college, cried in a Wendy’s parking lot, the whole thing. By the
Read moreA Fictional Story by obnacsa135 It started with the censored porn. I know that sounds like a weird thing to say—like blaming a convenience store robbery on the candy aisle—but it’s the truth, and I need to start somewhere. A few months ago, I stumbled into a particular corner of the internet. You know the one—the kind of porn where the pixelation is the point. Japanese stuff, mostly, where the mosaic over the genitals is so thick you can barely
Read moreA fictional story by PeaShooter69. The mall was packed for a Saturday afternoon, and Selina was in her element—browsing racks, holding up tops against her frame, tossing me the occasional “what do you think?” over her shoulder. I mostly just trailed behind, carrying her bags and nodding. That was our dynamic. She said jump, I asked how high. We passed a clothing store I actually liked, and I spotted a couple of button-downs and a pair of slim-fit jeans on
Read moreBy Inted404. “So you got into a fight, huh, you rough guy? Let’s see how you’re doing now…” I was sitting on the stretcher, with the doctor in front of me. I wasn’t wearing a shirt or shoes, but I still had my pants on. My mother was sitting behind the doctor. She wore a very short skirt and no stockings. She looked like a typical successful executive, with her hair tied back in a ponytail and a tight white
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 MinimusPuck. ‘This is so embarrassing,’ Nicholas groaned as he trudged down the hall, taking notice of the posters on the walls. One featured a well-endowed man standing proudly in a blue thong that promised him “Freedom.” Another had a man in a red thong with a much smaller protrusion looking conflicted yet encouraged. This caption read “Endurance.” Next, he saw a poster featuring a blurred-out man in a white thong with hardly any protrusion at all, a question mark
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PhysicalLaw8792. I’m not sure why I’ve decided to put this down in words. Maybe because it’s the only sexual memory I have that’s actually mine, or maybe because I want to admit, at least to myself, that it wasn’t entirely a bad thing. In fact, it changed something in me. But let me start from the beginning. I was twenty years old and still a virgin. That’s not unusual for some guys, I know, but the
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader treated her as one of the guys… It was one of those typical college group projects, the kind where the professor just throws everyone together based on schedules, and suddenly you’re stuck in a study room with a mismatched crew. Our topic was some psych paper on gender roles—ironic, looking back. There were five guys total: me, three other dudes from my dorm—Alex, Ben, and
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Relevant-Caramel-691. I hadn’t jerked off in three days—work had been a grind, and by the time I got home each night, I was too wiped to even think about it. So yeah, I was backed up, my balls heavy and aching in that nagging way that made every random brush against my thigh feel electric. Little did I know it would turn into a nightmare on that godforsaken bus ride home. It was rush hour in
Read moreAn SPH Experience by needed_throwaway_nvs. I was 18, fresh out of high school, and so damn nervous about sex that I could barely think straight. I’d been seeing this girl, Emily, for a couple of months—both of us virgins, fumbling through kisses and hand-holding like it was some big adventure. She was cute, with freckles and a shy smile that made my stomach twist, but underneath that innocence, she had this curious edge, always pushing to try new things without
Read moreBy Nslait. Kandy Kan was on her knees with both arms stretched, as her hands stroked two long boners. Kandy moaned and groaned with passion as her head bobbed up and down on another cock while a fourth guy fucked her ass. The guys getting their dicks stroked were standing tall while enjoying Kandy’s expert hand skills. The third guy had his hands on Kandy’s face, as she deep-throated his massive member from the base of his cock to the
Read moreBy petecoach2435. I met my beautiful wife Jess a little over 2 years ago, and we’ve been married for 14 months. Jess was a 21-year-old virgin when we began dating. We first slept together four months later, when we went away for a weekend in Snowdonia and finally shared a bed. Still, it was only on the 3rd such weekend away to the Lake District, a couple of months later, whilst making love to Jess, that I was able to
Read moreBy JamieDuskbane1. Daniel adjusted his glasses, gripping the pool skimmer as if it were a lifeline. Mrs. Carter–Lena, she’d insisted–was one of his mother’s closest friends. Still, since her divorce, she’d become something else entirely: a woman who wore silence like a second skin, who left half-empty wine glasses on the patio table at noon. The job was simple: skim leaves, check the pH levels, vacuum the bottom. Three times a week. Easy money. Yet every time Daniel
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Scary_Photograph_410. It was one of those wild, blurry nights back in my early twenties—my buddy Paul and I, both hammered from a bar crawl that started innocently enough with beers and shots. We’re stumbling back to my shitty apartment around 2 a.m., laughing about nothing, when the conversation turns to girls and how long it’s been since either of us got laid. Paul, this short dude barely scraping 5 feet, always the bolder one, pulls out
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