By HermesMendoza. The girl I’m most attracted to in this world is five or six feet above me, balanced on an aluminum ladder leaned against a thick wooden pole in the middle of nowhere. I’m holding the sides of the ladder so it doesn’t fall, staring up at the back of her silky tan thighs pouring out of a pair of tiny green track shorts. She’s opening a gray metal box with a screwdriver, her dark-brown hair blowing in the
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This female reader used SPH to get revenge… When I was in university, I once used SPH to get revenge on one of my male friends. My name is Shauna. We were 21 at the time, and he lived in my dorm. I found out he had been selling my knickers to his friends. I noticed my underwear going missing and thought I was going mad, but
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Arrogantlyhumbled. That summer at the university apartment complex was supposed to be easy. Relaxed. A few beers, some sun, floating in the pool while pretending we didn’t have finals looming in the fall. My girlfriend at the time, Carly, and I had a decent setup—a ground-floor unit with a sliding glass door that opened right onto the patio, maybe thirty feet from the pool gate. It was practically our private oasis most days. The pool wasn’t
Read moreBy DeludedMyself. I always knew I wasn’t packing a monster. High school gym showers, locker room talk, the occasional drunk comparison at parties—I’d seen enough to know I wasn’t winning any size contests. But I never thought I was small. Average, maybe. A little under, sure. Nothing to write home about, but nothing to be ashamed of either. That’s what I told myself for years. My high school sweetheart—let’s call her Peta—was my first everything. First kiss, first handjob, first
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Robbie stood at the front of the lecture hall, his palms slick with sweat as he adjusted the beaker on the lab bench. Thirty pairs of eyes watched him—fellow students from his advanced organic chemistry seminar, some bored, some curious. Professor Juanita Rodriguez leaned against her desk at the side, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Alright, everyone,” Robbie said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat. “So, uh, I’ve been working on a
Read moreBy MinimumSiz3. On the last night of our trip, we decided to make it memorable. Leanne and I had spent the week lounging by the infinity pool, ordering piña coladas from the swim-up bar, and fucking in our bungalow with the curtains wide open—though “fucking” was generous, more like her riding my face. At the same time, I jerked off into a towel. We met Jackie and Tom from Chicago, and Jessica and Mark from Austin. All in our late
Read moreAn SPH Experience by AcornMan40. The morning light was just starting to filter through the curtains when I woke up. I was still half-asleep, my body warm under the covers, and I felt that familiar stirring between my legs—morning wood. Well, morning twig was more accurate. At full mast, I hovered right around 4.5 inches on a good day, but in the morning, with the blood flow and the warmth of the blankets, I was probably closer to my best.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SnooPuppers2605. The Australian sun is brutal. Everyone knows it—slip, slop, slap, all that. But even with sunscreen, you’re supposed to get checked every year. Skin cancer doesn’t care how careful you are. And when I noticed a raised mole on my scrotum, dark and a little irregular, I figured I’d better get it looked at. My GP referred me to a dermatology clinic in the city. Clean, white, clinical. The sign in the waiting room said:
Read moreBy Brooklynn__Sage. It was a typical Saturday, and Tyler had come over to spend the weekend with me. When Tyler stays with me, we are rarely fully dressed at any point in time. That makes the mundane tasks more tantalizing when I get a glimpse of his ass when he bends over or notice his nipples harden when he opens the freezer to take out food to prepare. I typically find myself wearing an oversized long-sleeve shirt that falls off
Read moreBy MinimusPuck. Click Here for the New Part added 5th of June, 2026. ***** If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget my twenty-second birthday. It was not so much a day of celebrating my birth, but in a way, a rebirth all its own… I had planned to spend it the way I spent my previous birthdays, nothing special, just getting hammered as a young college student does, playing video games, and trying and failing to lose
Read moreAn SPH Experience by TheBizz_11 The hotel bar was one of those dimly lit places with leather stools and a bartender who knew when to chat and when to disappear. I’d ordered a whiskey, neat, and was nursing it after a day of back-to-back meetings that had left my brain foggy and my tie loosened around my collar. I was flying home tomorrow morning, so tonight was my last chance to unwind before the grind of real life resumed. She
Read moreAn SPH Experience by CuteButterscotch8246. It started like any other evening. My wife Diane and her best friend Hilda were sprawled across our living room couch, both of them a couple of glasses of wine deep. Hilda had been single for about two years now, and she was relentless in her search. She’d swipe through dating apps like it was a part-time job, always showing Diane the train wrecks she found. I was in the armchair, pretending to read a
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Part 1: Alex Becomes the Example Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy, hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff, 50-year-old, burly man looked down at the desk where he had set the education notice.
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 moreAn SPH Experience by YogurtclosetOk5166. It was supposed to be a fun weekend. A chance to reconnect with an old flame—well, more like an old crush that never went anywhere. We’d been friends in college, and I’d harbored this intense, silent desire for her for four years. She was gorgeous: long dark hair, athletic build, a smile that could stop traffic. But she’d always been out of my league. I was the shy, skinny guy with the small dick—though back
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Feisty_Blacksmith881. I was nineteen, fresh out of high school, living in a small apartment and working a shitty retail job. I’d never had sex. Never even come close. I’d kissed a few girls at parties, touched a few boobs through bras, but that was it. I was a virgin by circumstance, not by choice—just awkward, shy, and convinced no girl would want me. But I had a decent face and a decent body, and I’d started
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Liddlepiddle79. I remember the whole night like it was yesterday. My twenty-first birthday had come and gone a week prior, and we were all still in that celebratory mood—the kind where you’re just looking for any excuse to go out and get drunk with your people. Our group had been tight for a while—school, parties, late-night drives, inside jokes that nobody else would get. But two of the guys had recently gotten into some trouble—probation stuff—and
Read moreBy Outsider1505. He stood outside the building, breath caught in his throat, body shivering with anticipation, and feet firmly stuck to the sidewalk. This was it. The moment he stepped through those doors, this went from fantasy to reality. Something he’d been thinking about for weeks. Dreaming about it for even longer than that. After all this time, he was finally going to do it. He was finally going to have a session. For as long as he could remember,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Catness33. I remember plating the pasta, the steam rising as I tossed it with garlic and olive oil. Everyone was already tipsy from the cocktails I’d been making—basil smash for the girls, old fashions for the guys. The kitchen felt warm, full of voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off the walls. Bonnie and her boyfriend Eddie were sitting at the island. Isla and her guy Jude were on the couch. And my girlfriend, Zara, was leaning against
Read moreAn SPH Experience by milkmandoesthings. I’ll never forget the first time I saw Marcia walk into our Intro to Film Studies class. She was thick—and I mean that in the most respectful way possible. Every step she took, her tits bounced under her hoodie, and her ass moved like ocean waves in those leggings she always wore. I was a scrawny freshman, barely 130 pounds soaking wet, with a dick that could generously be called “petite.” And she was… a
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