By MinimumSiz3. It started with a text from my girlfriend, Elana: Yvonne’s boyfriend, Craig, is coming into town this weekend. Long-distance thing. She wants to do a small hangout, just the four of us. No parties. You in? I was in. Craig went to a school three hours away. We’d never met, but Yvonne talked about him constantly—how tall he was, how athletic, how they’d been together since high school. I didn’t think much of it. I was just excited
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Interesting-Doubt929. My hands are still shaking as I slide back into the passenger seat of her car, the tiny square packet burning a hole in my pocket. My date, Lana, watches me with that wicked grin she’s been wearing since I told her about my dick before our coffees even arrived. She’s got long blonde hair, perfect tits barely contained in a tight white top, and legs that go on forever. I still can’t believe she
Read moreAn SPH Experience by quitesmall97. I’m lying on my back, the sheets cool against my skin, still catching my breath from the last session. My wife, Sarah, is curled beside me, one hand resting on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles through the sweat. The sleeve is on the nightstand, still wet with lube and her, gleaming under the dim light. I can feel the ghost of it inside her, the way her pussy clenched around the silicone, the
Read moreBy eviltwin52. Sometimes events overwhelm us. I know I have experienced a few occasions when I was unable to control the all-consuming urges that led me to do embarrassing things. It was a nice evening. Cindy, Bob, and I had a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant. Bob and Carole are my in-laws. At 50, Bob has lost none of his athletic build. I can’t say he’s handsome, although he does attract attention from the opposite sex. His wife, my
Read moreBy Butcher2025. Monica set her romance book down–more of a dark romance if she was being honest–and glanced at Jason across the bedroom, scrolling on his phone. Her partner for 20 years, whom she still loved dearly. Twenty years. Twenty years of routine, it felt like for most of it. The kids practice, school functions, work, occasional date night, and a sex life that was predictable. Nothing new, she pondered, and the kids are now off to college. The novel
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Scary_Photograph_41. The living room was hazy with smoke, the faint skunky smell of weed clinging to the fabric of the sofa, the carpet, even the air itself. We’d been passing a joint between the three of us for the better part of an hour, the TV droning on with some reality show I wasn’t really paying attention to. My ex, Tricia, was curled up at the other end of the couch, her legs tucked under her,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by smallcockman4. I remember the day my girlfriend told me the story. We were lying in bed, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. She knew exactly what she was doing—she knew how much these little confessions got to me. “So,” she said, her voice carrying that playful, teasing edge I’d grown to love, “Macy came over the other day.” I felt my stomach tighten. Macy. My girlfriend’s gorgeous friend
Read moreBy Kellion. “What are your plans for the day since you have Monday off?” I was asking as I entered the kitchen, getting ready to leave for work, and stopped dead in my tracks. My wife was bent over, rearranging the items under the sink. My eyes took in the sight of her ass, wide, full, and round, covered in her shortest denim shorts. “Take a picture, it will last longer.” She said, giving a little wiggle before standing up
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Sea_Tough37. I’ve been with my girlfriend, Tonia, for about a year now, and sex has always been a mixed bag for me. I’m just OK in the length department—around 5 inches when I’m rock hard—but my girth? That’s where things literally fall short. It’s skinny, like a pencil in comparison to what I’ve seen in porn or heard guys brag about in the locker room. Average girth is supposed to be 4.5″, mine is only 3.75″.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SadLittleMan_88. I could hear them in the living room before I even shut the bedroom door: laughter, clinking glasses, the unmistakable rhythm of a night that was none of my business. My girlfriend, Rachel, had been planning this for weeks—a proper girls’ night with her three closest friends: Karen, Sally, and Tina. I’d kissed her cheek, told her to have fun, and retreated to our bedroom with the remote. I wasn’t sulking. Really. I just didn’t
Read moreBy Butcher2025. Kathy and Mark have been married for a couple of years. Mark had a nasty divorce from Trey’s mom. Trey is his 16-year-old son who lives with them. There is no actual incest that takes place in this story between stepmom and stepson. More about relationships evolving, but there is a lot of taboo conversation and other sex as well—a little bit of strange cuckolding, small penis humiliation built in later. ***** Kathy stood frozen in the hallway,
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 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 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 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 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 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 moreBy john84611. I met Eileen in the first semester of freshman year at the big state university we both attended in the suburbs of the big city. It was the olden days, before the internet, cell phones, and the 21-year-old drinking age. We crossed paths at an official dorm party where I’d helped run the event, serving as a bartender and sometimes as a DJ. That role got me some friendly attention from a few attractive girls, but Eileen stood
Read moreAn SPH Experience by roscoe_normal. We were in the kitchen, sautéing vegetables for a stir-fry. Some random Netflix show was playing on the TV mounted above the counter—some crime documentary, I think. The steam from the pan fogged up the window, and the smell of soy sauce and ginger filled the room. I was in a good mood. Relaxed. Comfortable. The kind of mood where you let your guard down and say stupid shit. There was a scene in the
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