SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

By Matty88.     It was one of those dead afternoons at the grocery store, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzzed louder than the customers shuffling through. My register sat smack next to the produce fridges, those massive glass doors humming away, blasting out waves of arctic air that cut right through my uniform pants. The AC was always jacked up in this place, like management thought we were all penguins or something. My little cock had been shriveled

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This reader went into the book… I was traveling for work, bored, and didn’t know anyone in the city, so I went to the hotel bar for a drink. The bar was kind of crowded, so I took a spot at the end of the bar next to a woman who was there alone. I ordered my drink and started watching the game on the tv above the bar. After

By WontReach29.     I was 25, working a dead-end IT job in the city, and my sex life was a disaster. Dates fizzled out fast once things got physical—girls would smile politely, make excuses, and ghost me. My cock? Pathetic. Hard, it hit three inches at the most, skinny as a pencil, with balls that barely hung. I’d convinced myself it was enough if I was enthusiastic, but deep down, I knew better. That’s how I ended up on

By wildp.     When Lacey and I married, we agreed to still be active with our kinks. Our sex life was great, but it was still fun to add some spice to it. Lacey was a sexy five-foot-five with small but perky tits and sweet, round ass. I was still in decent shape, and my 7-inch cock still worked well and pleased Lacey fine. A kink that turned Lacey on was men with small penises. She had never been

By Embarrassed91.     It was one of those quiet afternoons at the office, the kind where the hum of the AC is the loudest thing you’ll hear. Our building’s small—barely a dozen of us crammed into cubicles—and there’s just this one unisex bathroom tucked in the back hallway. No one around, or so I thought. I’d been holding my piss for the last hour, chugging coffee to stay alert through the endless spreadsheets. By the time I bolted down

By ImaginaryRate1.     So basically, there is this Pakistani girl I have a crush on, and we were really close friends. She has the prettiest face, long straight blonde/black hair, Victoria’s Secret style body, and the prettiest, softest feet. I would jack off to her so much when she posted on Instagram, and I would always get jealous when she started talking to another guy. I made a move on her, but she friendzoned me. I know she wanted

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This reader has some pillow talk with his wife… I was thanking my wife for my Christmas dirty talk HJ and a wonderful dinner, and she said, “Of course, I know you like that stuff, so I wanted to make you happy.” I asked, “I’m surprised you said some of that stuff. Do you remember it all?” “I remember that I said some stuff but not everything exactly,” she said.

By Mae-Leigh.     I’ve lived in my house for over 20 years now. First with my ex-husband (irrelevant human!) and now with my wife (last 7 years), who was also once with a man. Neither of us had good marriages, and if it wasn’t for our neighbours, I’m not totally sure I’d be around to write this. Anyway, on my right-hand side are Paul and Alice. Alice is lovely. Bbw and sexy as anything other than my wife. She

By augusto3041.     I went to a party with my friends, and there was a beautiful woman at the party, a sensational brunette, 10/10. We were talking, and there was a room at the party for sex. When we went in, a couple was leaving, but when I took off my clothes, she was so drunk that she started laughing and left the room and told everyone that my penis was small, that it was about 4 inches hard,

By HolyHelp.     I always knew my sister Jenna was a bitch, but I never imagined she’d go this far. At 28, I’m still single, striking out left and right with women. Dates start okay—dinner, laughs, maybe a kiss—but then they ghost me or make excuses when things heat up. I’d chalk it up to bad luck or my awkward personality, but deep down, I suspected something was off. It all clicked one night when I overheard my cousin

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This female reader enjoys some in house waxing… A while back, I was on my way to my waxing appointment when I thought how funny it would be to make him an appointment. During my appointment, I asked my waxer if she accepted male clients. She said, “Absolutely,” and asked if I wanted to make an appointment for my husband. I said yes, but before I did, there were some

By SmallHubby-40.     I’d hit 40 last month, and life felt like a steady grind—married to Sarah for 15 years, a decent job in accounting, and a quiet suburban house with a backyard that backed onto woods. But underneath it all, my secret gnawed at me: my dick. It’s embarrassingly small, maybe 3.5 inches when stiff, a limp nub otherwise that I’ve hidden through awkward showers and quick changes at the gym. Sarah never complained outright, but our sex

By ShrimpMaster12.     I’d hit 28 last month, and my love life was a wasteland—endless swipes on apps that went nowhere, awkward dates that fizzled before dessert. My dick was the culprit, always had been: a sad little nub, maybe three inches at full mast, thin as a pencil. It hid in my boxers, as if ashamed, and so was I. But desperation breeds bad decisions. That Friday night, I dragged myself to O’Malley’s, a dive bar on the

By CampusLoser88.     I turned 19 last semester, and college life was supposed to be this explosion of freedom—parties, hookups, figuring out who I was. But for me, it was mostly hiding in my dorm, dodging locker room glances, and nursing a crush on Emily from my psych class. She was stunning: curly red hair that bounced when she laughed, green eyes that sparkled during lectures, and a body that filled out her crop tops just right. We’d chatted

By Pedro old.     We met a new black guy recently. He is a friend of a black work colleague and of my wife, whose family was initially from Barbados and was naturally black. The work colleague knew of my desire to watch my wife being fucked by a black guy with a much larger penis than my four-inch thin white dick and cuckold me. This was due to conversations about our sex lives in the past. This friend

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This reader had an interesting Tinder experience… Met a lady on Tinder, we had a great time. She was dropped off, and she asked if I could take her home. While I was driving, I was feeling her thighs. She moves my hand to her pussy. Then she sat up and started unbuckling me. I was still driving. She rubs my cock over my underwear. She looks up at me

By SadBatch_99.     I’d always known deep down that something was off in my relationship with Kylie, but I buried it under layers of denial and hope. At 29, I was finally engaged to the woman of my dreams—bright, beautiful, with that killer smile that lit up rooms. We’d been together for three years, and despite my insecurities about my body, she always reassured me. “Size doesn’t matter,” she’d say after we’d fumble through sex, her moans sounding forced

By VirginGooner.     I never thought I’d be 30 and still a virgin. It wasn’t for lack of trying—at least in my head. Girls in high school ignored me, college dates fizzled out before anything physical happened, and every time I got close, the embarrassment of my tiny dick killed the vibe. It’s not just small; it’s pathetic. Maybe three inches hard, if I’m lucky. I’ve measured it a hundred times, hoping it’d grown overnight. No such luck. So,

By BoyDingo.     I’ve always known my dick was small. As a Black guy in my mid-20s, growing up in a city where stereotypes about Black men and their sizes get thrown around like gospel, it hit me hard early on. Mine’s three and a half inches hard, soft it’s this pathetic little nub that hides in my pubes. Showers after basketball games in high school were torture—guys glancing over, smirking, whispering. But I thought college would be different.