A Fictional SPH story by cocktail2inch. The ice pack had been doing its work for the better part of forty minutes, wedged inside my shorts while I power-walked the coastal trail leading to the beach. Between the cardio and the deliberate cold therapy, my dick had retreated to its absolute minimum. Not that it needed much help. Flaccid, I’m barely half an inch to begin with — a smooth little nub that sits flush against my body when conditions are
Read moreAn SPH Experience by hexajoy. I was 22 when I had my first real girlfriend. Twenty-two. Most guys my age had already been through a string of relationships, fumbling around in backseats at parties, figuring out what they liked and didn’t like. Me? I’d spent my teens and early twenties on the sidelines, watching other guys get girls while I sat there wondering when it’d be my turn. I wasn’t bad-looking. I kept myself in decent shape. I was funny
Read moreAn SPH Experience by liddelpegger. There’s a language that married people develop over time. A private dialect built from years of shared beds, shared bathrooms, shared mornings where you’ve seen each other at your worst and your most ordinary and your most unremarkable. It’s not the language of lovers, exactly. It’s something more specific than that. It’s the language of two people who have stopped performing for each other and started just being—and in that being, in that unguarded honesty,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by pinchoponcho. It started, like most things between me and my wife, with a Google chat at work. We talk all day. Not about anything important — not usually. Just the steady stream of nonsense that keeps two married people connected while they’re sitting in separate buildings forty minutes apart. She sends me screenshots of things her coworkers say. I send her articles I’ll never read. We debate dinner plans we’ll abandon by five o’clock. It’s routine.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by iloveheavyracks. I never thought a contact name would be what exposed me. Not a photo. Not a video. Not some drunk mistake at a party. A fucking contact name on my wife’s phone. Let me back up. My wife has always had a sense of humor about my size. I mean, she’s had to — I’m not exactly packing heat down there. Soft, I’m maybe two inches. And that’s being optimistic. Sometimes it retreats so far
Read moreA Fictional Story by billnyethehighguy. Ira and I have been together a long time, and over the years we’ve shared many fantasies. I’ve shared many times that I would love to see Ira fuck another guy in front of me. While she will role-play this in many scenarios with toys, she’s never actually taken the plunge because she’s nervous about what it would do to our relationship. One thing Ira loves is to be used as a fuck toy. Use
Read moreA Fictional Story by CamWhore1. The party was winding down when Luke caught my eye across the kitchen. I’d known him for almost two years—he was one of Rodney’s friends, one of the guys who’d been around during the entirety of my miserable eight-month relationship with my ex. He’d always been friendly, but there was something different in the way he looked at me tonight. Something hungry. I hadn’t planned on going home with anyone. But three months of single
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ts2054. It started with a simple declaration that shattered what little remained of my manhood. My wife, Sarah, sat me down one evening after dinner and told me, flatly, that she wouldn’t let me fuck her anymore. Not ever again. She’d been seeing her bull, Marcus, for months now, and the closest I’d come to penetrating her was when she let me use a strap-on dildo on her—a thick, veined silicone cock that was probably three
Read moreA Fictional Story by NYdommymommylover. I had been dating Colleen for about three months, and as far as I knew, everything was fine. I’m pretty small—just over four inches hard, and barely anything soft. I’ve known this my whole life. Measured it a hundred times hoping for a different result, tried every angle, every ruler position, pressed into the bone like I could will an extra inch into existence. Four inches. Maybe four and a quarter on a good day,
Read moreA Fictional Story by bothways123. What led to last night started years ago. We’d been happily married for 20+ years. We were a mirror of the old cliché – sex was good at the start; kids and life changed that. I was bored, looking for new adventures; she was reluctant. I finally convinced her to try chastity and FemDom. It was a slow start until one particular night. I guess your husband licking his cum from your pussy until you
Read moreAn SPH Experience by thetiltedknitters. I’d been looking forward to this trip for weeks. My wife’s parents owned a modest cottage on a small, secluded lake—the kind of place where you could actually relax without the constant buzz of city life. It was early summer, the weather just turning warm enough for swimming, and the nearest neighbor was a ten-minute drive away. Most of the lake traffic was just canoes and kayaks, hardly ever a motorboat. Perfect for some 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 moreA Fictional Story by True-Interest5283. I found out the way most men find out about things: their wives tell their friends—not from my wife directly, but through the slow, agonizing process of noticing that every woman in her friend group looked at me differently. Like they knew something. Because they did. — It started about four months ago. My wife, Lana, has had this monthly book club going since before we met. Six women, rotating houses, bottles of wine, cheese
Read moreA Fictional Story by One_Metal13 My job takes me to different corners of the world, a perk that has led to some unforgettable experiences. This particular incident took place during a work trip to Amsterdam, and if you have read my earlier post about my first nude beach adventure, you might recall the girl I met there. We hit it off instantly that day, our connection sparking something electric. We stayed in touch, our friendship deepening through late-night texts, steamy
Read moreA Fictional Story by PixieDustingNB. I suppose the only thing I liked about teaching was the summers off. While the school year was non-stop go and all my time had to be strictly regimented, summers off meant me time. I could go at my own pace and relax. I’d hike when I wanted to, stay up late if I felt like it, and go to the gym when it wasn’t crowded. My daily routine was basically get up around 7,
Read moreA Fictional Story by CamWhore1. The night air hit us warm and thick as we stumbled out of the third bar of the evening, my arm draped over her shoulder, her hand resting casually on my hip. Chloe walked beside me in those heels—black, strappy, devastating things that wrapped around her ankles and showed off every curve of her feet. Platinum hair caught the streetlight like something off a magazine cover, and that tight skirt hugged the generous swell of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Cuklife. The deck was dimly lit and humid, with the distant smell of the marsh carrying on the warm breeze a thick, heavy air that stuck to the back of the neck like warm grease. Already 10:45 PM. The dinner party we had thrown had started at 3 PM, and it had thinned out hours ago. All that was left behind was the blue glow of the pool and the wet ring impressions of glass bottoms
Read moreA Fictional Story by Butcher2025. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… Tim and Melissa are getting ready to head for their getaway to the American Southwest. Will Melissa’s femdom side come back out during this vacation getaway? Her divorced best friend Sammi becomes a prominent part of the game as well. ***** The doorbell rang at exactly 7 PM. Tim wiped his hands on his jeans–he’d been fixing a loose cabinet in the kitchen–and crossed to the front door
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Hfkkffkfk. I need to set the scene before I get to the part that actually matters—the part that cracked something open inside me and never quite closed back up. Her name doesn’t matter here. What matters is that she was Vietnamese, adopted and raised by a Rwandese family in Belgium, and she carried herself like she had something to prove to every room she walked into. Petite—barely five-two—but she took up space like she was
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