By Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader saw what his wife used to fuck… Since coming out to my wife about wanting her to do SPH on me, we’ve been having some fun with it. I started asking about her exes and how much bigger they were than me, and she always focuses on the guy she was with right before we got together. She’d tell me about how much bigger he
Read moreAn SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I need to set the scene before I get to what happened this morning, because without context it won’t make sense. Without context, it’ll sound like a one-off comment, a bad moment, something that happened and passed. It didn’t pass. It doesn’t pass. Things like this don’t pass when you’re me—when you’re nineteen and living at home, and your mother knows what you’re packing and has known for your entire life and has apparently decided,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by EgonOlsen1925. The lake is about twenty minutes from our house. Not a big lake—not one of those destination lakes with boat ramps and marinas and vacation rentals. Just a local swimming hole, the kind that’s been there forever, with a gravel parking lot and a roped-off swimming area and a small stretch of beach where people spread towels and set up chairs and pretend they’re somewhere more exotic than rural Connecticut. My wife and I go
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Spenhu. We’ve been doing this for a while now—writing together, I mean. Hotpast stories. SPH stories. Posting them on Literotica under a shared account that only we know about. It actually started as her idea. She’d been reading my browser history one night—not snooping, we have an open policy about that kind of thing—and found the folders. The saved forum posts. The measurement comparison sites. The stories about wives telling their husbands they’d had bigger. The
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Betapinky1. People ask me sometimes—who knows? Who knows about your… situation? And the honest answer is: more people than I’d like. Far more. My girlfriend knows, obviously. She’s the one living with it, the one who has to look down at me during sex and pretend she’s not disappointed. She’s kind about it. Too kind, honestly. She’ll cup my balls and stroke my little three-and-a-half-inch erection and whisper things like “I love how you feel” and
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Eastern_Discount_518. I’ve always been cursed. There’s no other way to put it. Even now, as a grown man, fully hard, I’m barely three and a half inches. That’s it on a good day. Soft, I hang at maybe an inch and a half, and that’s being optimistic. Most of the time it’s just a little nub, barely visible, tucked in against my body like it’s trying not to be noticed. I’ve spent my whole life dodging
Read moreAn SPH Experience by aleem123p. I want to be honest about something before I start, because if I’m not, the rest of this won’t make sense. I’m going to sound like an asshole. Maybe I am one. I don’t think I am—or I don’t want to think I am—but I’ve spent enough time replaying this in my head to know that the way I felt about it wasn’t entirely clean. There was sympathy in there, sure. Real sympathy. But there
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Debt-2507. I found her on a site I’d been browsing for weeks, working up the nerve. Her profile pictures were almost intimidating—this gorgeous redhead with a killer body, big tits, wide hips, an ass that looked like it had been sculpted by someone who loved women. Beautiful face too. Green eyes, full lips, freckles across her nose. The kind of woman I’d never approach in a bar because I’d already know how it would end. But
Read moreAn SPH Experience by csp918. We’d been open for a few months by then. She’d hooked up with a handful of guys—nothing crazy, just a couple here and there—but every time, something came up with my schedule: work, family stuff, bad timing. So I’d never actually seen her with another man. I’d heard about it after the fact, lying in bed while she gave me the rundown, and I’d always gotten off on it. But there was this thing I
Read moreAn SPH Experience by shadechris. I need to start with the lie. Not the kind of lie you tell on purpose—the kind you live inside for so long that it stops being a lie and starts being just… what you know, what you’ve always known. The truth you carry around like a card in your wallet, ready to show anyone who asks. I was 17 centimeters—six point seven inches. I’d believed this for years. Since I was a teenager, probably—since
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Civil_Owl8489. I was maybe twelve, thirteen—old enough to know that girls were different, but still too young to understand what that difference really meant. I had three best friends who were all girls, all around my age. We lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, spent every summer afternoon together riding bikes and building forts. Two of them I secretly thought were really cute, with their long hair and bright laughter, but the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by BossKilling. She doesn’t know. That’s the thing I keep coming back to. She has no idea about any of it — the tabs I leave open when she’s not home, the accounts I follow, the communities I lurk in, the words that loop in my head when I’m stroking myself late at night. BNWO. Sissy. Whiteboi. SPH. She doesn’t know any of those terms exist in my vocabulary, let alone that they’ve shaped the way I
Read moreAn SPH Experience by gagmewithyourpride. I need to rewind a bit for this to make sense. — Rehab isn’t where you expect to make friends. Or maybe it is—I wouldn’t know. The first time I went, I didn’t talk to anyone. The second time, I talked too much. The third time, which was about two years ago, I landed somewhere in the middle: quiet enough to listen, open enough to connect. That’s where I met him. His name doesn’t matter.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by iloveheavyracks. I’d been parked on the couch for hours, beer in hand, eyes glued to the 75-inch screen where Ronaldo was setting up for a free kick. My buddy Seth was sprawled in the recliner next to me, equally invested, yelling at the ref for a call he disagreed with. The World Cup semifinal was tense, and the UFC prelims were playing on my phone in picture-in-picture mode. Five hours. Five goddamn hours since I’d heard
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Tasty_Many3399. I’ve always known I was small. That’s not new information. I’ve known since middle school, since the first time I changed in a locker room and realized that the thing between my legs bore no resemblance to the things between everyone else’s. I’ve known through every girlfriend, every hookup, every late-night measurement session where I’d press the ruler into the bone and hope for a number that would make me feel like a real man.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by randomalt222110. I’d been thinking about getting a Brazilian wax for months. Not because I had some elaborate grooming philosophy or because a partner had requested it. I just wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted to know what it felt like to have someone—specifically a professional, specifically a woman whose job it was to be down there—handle me, look at me, deal with me in the most exposed way a man can be dealt
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Admirable_Survey_768. The lake was black. Not dark blue, not deep purple, not any of the colors that lakes are supposed to be in poetry. Black. Like someone had poured ink into a bowl and surrounded it with trees. The moon was somewhere behind the clouds, doing a half-assed job of lighting anything, and the only real illumination was the faint amber glow from my phone sitting face-up on the dock, maybe thirty feet behind us, already
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Fluid_Driver3504. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part, because the worst part doesn’t make sense without understanding what came before it. I played baseball. Had played since I was seven, all the way through high school and then two years of JV at a Division II college before I transferred and hung it up. I wasn’t great. Decent fielder, mediocre bat, good enough to make rosters but never good
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimpleJapan. There’s a particular cruelty in the way memory works. You can live on the other side of the world for two decades, build a whole life in a different language, eat different food, sleep with different women, convince yourself that certain moments from your past have faded—and then a single afternoon undoes all of it. A face in a park. A voice saying your name. And suddenly you’re twenty again, lying on a dorm room
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader was thanked for his small dick… My wife and I are an interracial cuckolding couple; my wife sexually enjoys the dominance our black bull gives both her and me. He makes me stand next to him, with my little white cock fully erect, against his superior black cock that is only partially erect. He then asks my wife who’s o I she wants to be
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