By Our Readers. [google-translator] Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader fulfilled a dare… Recently, I was dared to do the towel drop for a delivery driver. So I ordered food, then took a shower, so it wasn’t suspicious that I was in a towel. Well, she came by, and I had to get my wallet, and I was digging through when oops, my grip loosened, and the towel fell, exposing my small dick to
Read moreBy NothingStranger. [google-translator] Read Part ONE Here. Read Part TWO Here. ***** Part 3… I was almost at my limit. I didn’t want her to stop, but I knew the risk if I finished when I wasn’t supposed to. I was desperate, though, and the grip of her dainty fingers on my tiny little cock felt so incredible. I moaned into the gag. I wasn’t sure if it was a warning to stop or a plea to
Read moreBy suckingspouses. [google-translator] Hey, guys. This is my first time posting here. I have an old story, and the more I think about it, the more I realize it probably played a significant role in my developing an SPH kink. A little over a decade ago, I was arrested for substance abuse-related problems. I had to do a relatively short stint at a county detention center, followed by a couple of months of house arrest. It was my
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! Read Part 2 HERE! ***** Part 3… My tiny dick, barely softening, throbs in my loose grip, slick with the remnants of my earlier mess. I release it for a moment, slumping back in the armchair, the leather creaking under me. The house feels emptier than ever, silent except for the distant hum of the fridge. She’s out there, living her wild night, while I’m stuck here, chained to this chair
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Read Part 1 HERE! ***** Part 2… The minutes drag on like hours, my tiny dick throbbing in my fingers as I edge myself on the couch, the photo of her creampied pussy burned into my mind. The living room feels stifling, the scent of my own arousal hanging heavy in the air. I glance at the clock—half an hour since her last message. My phone sits silent beside me, mocking my wait, but deep
Read moreBy LilDean. The cracked screen of my phone lit up with Debbie’s name—same as always, just ‘Debbie,’ no heart emoji, no pet name. I hadn’t changed it since the breakup. My thumb hovered over the notification as the AC unit rattled, as if it were coughing up a lung. Her message was simple: ‘Hey Stranger 😜 How are you?’ Like we hadn’t spent six months tangled in each other’s beds, her teeth marks still faint on my shoulder.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] I’m alone in the house, a prisoner of my own insecurities and desires. The silence is broken by the familiar buzz of my phone, a sound that sends a jolt of anticipation through my body. I pick it up, my heart racing, knowing it’s her—my Sue—sending another tantalizing glimpse into her wild night out. The first picture appears on the screen, and my breath catches. She’s there, my beautiful, confident Sue, surrounded by laughter and
Read moreBy LOAAC. [google-translator] It’s hard to believe this adventure began 10 years ago. On our 2015 anniversary, I took my wife to one of our favourite restaurants for dinner. The summer sun was just starting to set over Vancouver, and the golden-hour light was twinkling off our mocktails. My wife, Aria, was wearing a beautiful floral dress that plunged enough to show some of her ample 36C cleavage and was tight enough to emphasize her hourglass figure
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Cindy stood on the cracked sidewalk of the rundown street, the hood’s distant bass thumping from open car windows mixing with the frustrated hiss of her stalled engine. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead under the late afternoon sun, her short pink skirt clinging to her slim hips, and the cropped top barely containing her padded bra. She was miles from home, her tiny dick twitching nervously in her lacy panties as she popped the
Read moreBy Nslait. [google-translator] Hottie Island, a small Caribbean vacation destination, was popular with the young and rich. It was summertime with hot temperatures and sweaty humidity. Most tourists spent their time in the water or sunbathing on the beaches at their luxurious resorts. Alcohol and drugs were rampant. Most of the locals were poor and desperate for work. A new Island official was elected who was corrupt and ignored laws to enrich himself and his inner circle
Read moreBy Our Readers. [google-translator] Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This female reader turns her husband’s shortcomings into a calendar… My husband, our close friends, and I have, since time began, played pranks on each other, and my husband has been one of the best. Well, this Christmas, I suspect it may be time for someone else to hold the crown of best prankster, as, without intending to, my husband’s little secret will be out there!
Read moreBy LID900. [google-translator] This is probably a ninety-plus percent true story I published on Literotica, but it was my first story. I made many mistakes and reshaped as much as I could. ***** It was a cold night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I, Danny, were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as
Read moreBy Icy-Alfalfa9698. [google-translator] My name is Gian, and I have to get this off my chest because it’s been living in my head rent-free for a month. A month ago, on a Sunday, I went to the gym just to unwind. The plan was always the same: a light workout and then melt my stress away in the spa. I went to my locker, ready to change into my usual swim boxers, but when I searched in my
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 livin_lovin676. [google-translator] I am a female, 21-year-old at a large university, and am in my second year of rooming with Lydia, a 20-year-old. Lydia and I are not particularly close, but at first we found that we were compatible as roomies. Cracks have begun to develop lately, however. We are quite different in personality and temperament, especially in our social interactions. I have lots of male friends and enjoy their company – OK, I’m a bit of
Read moreBy TakeItOrLeaveIt. [google-translator] Read Part One HERE ***** Part 2… I woke at just gone midnight, balls aching and the steel of the cock cage pinching against my shaft and cockhead. I clutched at the cage and pulled up, trying to relieve the pressure. I turned to Sarah, the key, threaded on a silver chain, hung between her breasts. I thought to wake her, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the whistle of her breath
Read moreBy TakeItOrLeaveIt. [google-translator] ‘You said you wanted to fix this, fix us.’ There had been tears, tears leading up to this moment. But this was something different. Now, Sarah looked resolute. Now, Sarah looked unshakeable. Now, Sarah appeared righteous in her determination. ‘I do, I do want to fix this,’ I said, and god did I mean it. Cos, in the end, whatever else, I’d done this, this was my fault, I’d done this to us, and
Read moreBy twisted_flux. [google-translator] As the last few minutes of his meeting ticked down, Will could barely concentrate. He wanted to get out of his clothes and into the hot tub, relax a little, and enjoy the stars this Christmas Eve. ‘Maybe I’ll see Santa,’ he joked to himself. “OK, have a good break, Will, see you next year! Merry Christmas!” declared the voice from his laptop. ‘FINALLY!’ thought Will. “Yes, have a good break. Merry Christmas to
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. [google-translator] Jessica crouched behind the oversized armchair in the living room, her pulse thumping steadily in her ears like a war drum. The house was silent except for the faint crackle of embers dying in the fireplace, the air thick with the scent of pine from the Christmas tree she’d decorated earlier that month. At 38, with her curvy frame squeezed into tight jeans and a sweater that hugged her full breasts, she gripped the handgun
Read moreBy LeftyLou-89. [google-translator] Some years ago, I finally mustered the courage to ask out a woman I’d known socially for ages, a bubbly blonde in her mid-40s, standing about 5’4 with a stunning figure that turned heads everywhere she went. Her curves were just right, especially those perfect tits that filled out her tops without spilling over, drawing my eyes every time we chatted at parties. She was the touchy-feely type, always hugging hello and goodbye, her hands
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