A Fictional Story by cheekchloe. So I matched with Ryan on this app about a month ago. His profile was cute—good smile, nice arms, and his opening message actually made me laugh instead of the usual “hey” bullshit. We clicked immediately. The conversation flowed so easily that we were texting pretty much every day for three weeks straight before we finally made plans to meet up. I know three weeks is kind of a long time just to chat, but
Read moreA Fictional Story by JamieDuskbane1. Daniel loved his evening swims; they alleviated some of the stress of college and improved his sleep. There was just one problem, a small problem, a very small problem. As a result, he chose to swim late at night when the pool was empty – as close to closing time as possible. The lack of a bulge in his Speedos was embarrassing; but worse still was showering and changing afterward – by waiting to the
Read moreA Female POV SPH Experience by vixenchicbria. I kept thinking about it. Not in a passing way—in that obsessive, lying-in-bed-replaying-it way. The way his face went red. The way he kept apologizing while pushing into my hand at the same time. The way his whole cock fit in my grip with room to spare. I’d be at work, and suddenly I’d feel my fingers remembering the shape of him, that small, warm weight, and I’d have to press my thighs
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Anarkys. It started as a typical party. Loud music, red cups, people spilling onto the lawn. I was nursing a beer on the porch when I heard the commotion inside—laughter, shouting, the sound of a scuffle. I pushed through the crowd and saw it: some asshole named Derek had wrestled this quiet guy to the floor and yanked his pants down. Not just his pants—his boxers too. For a split second, the whole room went quiet.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by alabamaduo205. I never really considered myself small. Not back then. You grow up in a small town, you have a high school sweetheart, and you think everything is normal. We were together for eight years—from fifteen to twenty-three. I thought we were meant to be. She was my first everything. First kiss, first handjob, first time I slid inside a warm, willing body. I thought that’s just how it was. She never complained. She never even
Read moreA Fictional Story by CamWhore1. The message stared back at me from my phone screen, each word landing like a slap. My stomach churned as I read her response again. Tiny dick. Poking her pussy with a pinky finger. Won’t feel your little dick. I locked my phone and tossed it onto the hotel bed beside my suitcase. The room was nice—a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, a view of the ocean through floor-to-ceiling windows. I’d booked this place
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Electrical-Date-1151. It was a random Tuesday night during my sophomore year. I was 20, living in a cramped off-campus apartment with three other guys, surviving on instant noodles and bad decisions. My phone buzzed around 10 PM—Jace had started a group chat. McDonald’s. Now. Who’s in? Three thumbs up emojis. I added mine. I had just stepped out of the shower. My hair was still wet, dripping onto my shoulders. I dried off quickly, threw on
Read moreA Fictional Story by Vickisandhu. The dorm room smelled like sweat and cheap body spray, and the sheets beneath me were already damp — a sticky, warm mess I’d been grinding into for the last ten minutes while Vicky hovered above me, his massive frame blotting out the desk lamp’s glow. I was sprawled out beneath him, thighs splayed, D-cups heavy and spreading sideways, my soft belly rising and falling with each shaky breath. And between his tree-trunk thighs, nestled
Read moreAn SPS Story by J. Alfred Prufrock. I have a lot going for me. Throughout my life, women have been attracted to me. I work out regularly, and I’m fit. I’m educated and have a well-paying job. I’m married to the girl of my dreams. I’d damn-near have it all if not for one little thing – my 3.5-inch penis. Depressing when I think about it, even more so when I see pictures or videos of guys with big dicks
Read moreBy TJA. It was last May when this happened. I am in my mid-thirties, an Englishman living in Austin, Texas, and married to a Thai/American with a life that is outwardly perfect but quietly mundane. My wife, Nina, was at work, and I had the rare luxury of a day off. I stepped back out into the scorching sun; the forecast said it would reach 90 degrees Fahrenheit. The sight of my pool was wonderful, my private oasis, but it
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 Human_Drummer4378. We’d just hauled the last box into our cramped studio apartment in the heart of the city, the kind of place where the skyline glittered through the window like a promise of reinvention. Moving from our sleepy mid-sized town hundreds of miles away felt like shedding an old skin—Lucy and I, dead serious after only eight months together, betting it all on this fresh start. She was 24 then, a knockout at 5’5 and 120
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The locker room air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and liniment, the distant roar of the crowd filtering through the walls like a building storm. My heart pounded as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, towel clutched around my waist. This was it—my shot at the world title against Ricky Santos, the guy I’d trusted like a brother until he stabbed me in the back. I let the towel drop, exposing my body: chiseled
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. I pushed my cart down the produce aisle, grabbing a bunch of bananas, when I spotted her—Margie Cotton. My ex-girlfriend from a few years ago, looking as pretty and vibrant as ever, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, those tight jeans hugging her curves just right. It had been over four years since we’d broken up, and my heart slammed in my chest like a drum. Part of me wanted to bolt, pretend I hadn’t
Read moreBy VerbalAbuse. [google-translator] The tall, hairy, heavyset man lingered near the waterline, occasionally stepping into the shallows but rarely venturing far. His caution wasn’t due to the waves; despite the overcast sky and the breeze, the sea was calm. His reason for being at the clothes-optional beach was simple: to watch women — that, and to hang out in the nude. His barrel-shaped body was covered in thick hair whose color was fading from age. A small
Read moreBy JamieDuskbane1. [google-translator] Chapter 1: His sister-in-law Jon had always liked his sister-in-law, Mia. She was funny, kind, and always brought life into the house whenever she visited. But when she showed up on their doorstep with a suitcase, red-eyed and muttering about “another stupid fight” with her boyfriend Derek, he knew things were about to get complicated. His wife, Sarah, had immediately pulled Mia into a hug. “Stay as long as you need,” she said, shooting
Read moreBy Max Swan. Jack Jones had been down on his luck. Recently made redundant in his factory job, he had been struggling mightily to make ends meet, living off welfare, especially since he had a bad habit of spending money on prostitutes and porn. He had lost a job twice in the past three years, and now had just lost another. With the job market as it was, his prospects were grim. And he had to pay alimony
Read moreBy Dannyeight. [google-translator] When I was nineteen and in my last year of sixth form, I dated a pretty, blue-eyed blonde called Claire Carson who was super cute and, I knew, definitely well out of my league. We had been friends for a long time, and I felt that I could trust her, so when she started making advances on me in the back of my Ford Fiesta, I cautiously reciprocated. We were soon snogging fervently, our hands
Read moreBy smithluck2007. [google-translator] My plane touched down at Nashville International Airport at about 2pm. It was Wednesday afternoon, and I was just arriving for a work conference that would last through the weekend. This was the first time I had been away to a conference in over 15 years. As a dentist I had been busy running my own practice and tending to my children through their high school years. Now that they were both graduated and off to college
Read moreBy UniquelySquare. [google-translator] Matt was at work when my plane landed, so I took a ride-share home. After arriving home, I dumped my bag on the bed and decided to get a run and shower before meeting Matt for dinner. I pulled the running clothes from Vegas out of my bag because it was my favorite sports bra. I blushed as I saw dried cum from the old man in the park on the liner of the shorts. I almost
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