A Fictional Story by BetaMan22. Part One: The Gym Locker Room It hits me the moment I see him. Not gradually. Not over time. Immediately. Like a punch to the gut that spreads upward into my chest, tightening everything it touches. I’m standing at my locker, towel around my waist, and he walks in from the showers. Six-foot-two, maybe six-three. Shoulders like a doorway. Chest like a shield. And between his legs—swinging with every step, heavy and thick, the kind
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot_Lemon4985. My wife’s name is Brenna. I want to start with that, because everything that follows is about her — about what she knew, what she didn’t know, what she learned, and what she did with what she learned. She’s the center of this story, even though it’s really about me. About my dick. About the thing between my legs that I’ve spent my entire adult life trying not to think about and that she —
Read moreA Fictional Story by belted and teased. My name is Dan. I am living in an awkward situation that actually works really well, and I managed to make it even more… unique. More about that as the story progresses. Like many more men than folks realize, I have a male chastity, orgasm denial fetish. And, like many men, the fantasies have been unexperienced because I was afraid sharing them with my wife would blow up my marriage. I figured at
Read moreAn SPH Experience by tinytinytool4. We were walking through the hotel. It was one of those nicer places—the kind with wide, carpeted hallways and soft lighting and that faint, ubiquitous smell of industrial air freshener that’s supposed to read as “clean” but mostly reads as “chemical flowers.” We’d checked in that afternoon. A weekend getaway. Nothing fancy, just a change of scenery, a pool, a decent restaurant attached to the lobby, the usual. My girlfriend had picked it. She liked
Read moreA Fictional Story by AsianPersuasion69. The apartment was quiet except for the wet sounds of us fucking—my hips pushing forward, her body accepting me, but only just. Nora lay beneath me, her half-Korean, half-Irish features flushed pink, dark hair fanned across the pillow. She’s beautiful in that way that still makes my stomach flip after six years—high cheekbones from her mom’s side, green eyes from her dad’s, light brown skin that flushes so prettily when she’s turned on. I was
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by eviltwin52. Ever have a secret you wanted to keep private? Sometimes even as you discreetly go about satisfying your secret deviant desires, your hidden world comes crashing down on you. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching as I gently tapped on my neighbor’s door. The coast was clear. And I heard my sexy man friend call out for me to come in. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his recliner wearing
Read moreAn SPH Experience by EgonOlsen1925. She’d been going for months before I ever set foot in the place. The sauna was part of a fitness studio—an upscale wellness complex on the east side of the city that had a gym, a pool, treatment rooms, and a nudist sauna area tucked away behind a frosted-glass door. Members only. You checked in at the front desk, walked through the locker rooms, and emerged into a space where clothing was optional and, in
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Jamtin34. I’m twenty‑two, my girlfriend is twenty, and we’ve been living together for about eight months. Lately she’s started dropping little comments about my soft penis—nothing mean, just playful observations that make my cheeks burn and my cock twitch even when it’s limp. She’ll catch me walking out of the shower, towel wrapped low, and say, “Aw, I like it when it’s all small like that,” or while we’re lounging on the couch after a movie,
Read moreA Fictional Story by cheekchloe. Last Saturday started like most weekends at my place. A few people, some wine, nothing planned. It was me, Cassie, and three others—Nora, Becca, and Sam. We’d done this enough times that the rhythm was automatic. Someone brings cheese, someone brings too much wine, everyone ends up in the living room with their shoes off and the music too low to actually hear. Cassie and her husband had been together since forever. I’m talking college-era,
Read moreA Fictional Story by Saeclum113. The day was getting late, with the sun just starting to set on a long day, and Emma just wanted to collapse on her couch. She trudged up the steps to her apartment. Three floors of rooms as rundown as the outside. The stairway smelled like piss, as it did every Friday from their drunk neighbors. Emma wanted to move somewhere nicer, but even with two incomes, it was an impossible dream. At the door
Read moreAn SPH Experience by liddelpegger. The first time I realized I was small, I mean really realized—not the vague sense that something was off, but the concrete, measurable, no-escaping-it realization—was sometime in the mid-nineties. I was in my early thirties, in a relationship that would eventually become my marriage, and I was standing in a drugstore aisle holding a box of Trojan Magnums and a box of regular Trojans and looking back and forth between them with the dawning understanding
Read moreA Fictional Story by Cuklife. The air along the salt marshes doesn’t just sit on your skin. It clings to it, a heavy weight scented with the sharp brine of a falling tide and the thick sweetness of rotting pluff mud. For nearly twenty years, that climate had been the silent backdrop to a slow, agonizing distance. When Ella finally packed her things and took a small apartment down near the waterfront, it wasn’t out of explosive anger. It was
Read moreA Fictional Story by blackeddesires. “Baby, I don’t think it’s going to get hard…” Holly huffed, stroking his dicklet half-heartedly with two fingers. Alex tipped his eyes to the back of Holly’s head. He had his hands on her hips, and she was sitting on him, her round ass so heavy it felt like it was about to crush his pelvis. Few people would’ve considered Holly fat; she definitely had a fair bit of meat on her, but Alex loved
Read moreA Fictional Story by No-Specialist-1. I should start by saying something that might sound strange: I’ve never been to a munch, never joined a fetish site, never sought out a community or a scene. Every woman I’ve ever been with, I met the normal way—through friends, at work, at a party, on a dating app. Ordinary beginnings. Coffee dates—the slow, tentative dance of two people figuring out if they like each other. And every single one of them has dominated
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Priority3298. I should’ve said something before we went to the store. That’s what I kept telling myself as we walked through the automatic doors of the CVS at eleven o’clock on a Tuesday night, my future wife beside me, heading straight for the family planning aisle like she had a mission, which she did. She’d made that clear twenty minutes earlier, lying in bed next to me after I’d pulled out—again—because neither of us had anything.
Read moreA Fictional Story by NewPersonality3459. I need to set the stage before I get to what happened, because without context it won’t make sense. Or maybe it will. Maybe the humiliation is universal enough that context doesn’t matter. But I need to explain it anyway, for me, because I’m still processing all of it. My name is — doesn’t matter. I’m forty-four years old. Married for sixteen years. Up until about three years ago, I was a normal man in
Read moreAn SPH Experience by AcornSoft4. The first time my ex-wife wanted to play with SPH in the bedroom was a few months into dating. I had already expressed how much I enjoyed playful teasing, and had even hinted at chastity play already as well. So we were pretty open about some kinky stuff we both enjoyed, but the thing she was most hesitant about was hurting my feelings by “making fun” of my penis size. I explained that I didn’t
Read moreAn SPH Experience by limpshrimp83. I still remember the first time she saw my cock at its most unflattering angle—half‑hard, half‑soft, tucked awkwardly in the waistband of my boxers after a clumsy fumble in the dark. She’d laughed, confessed she was a lesbian, and somehow that odd honesty pulled us closer. Over the next few years, we turned from a shy crush into the kind of friends who trade insults as playful barbs, and when she launched her Twitch channel,
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There is one question a tailor gets to ask that nobody else on earth is allowed to. Odessa Fontaine has been asking it a long time, and it has never once gotten old. “Which side do you dress on, sugar?” The young man in the booth looked down at her with his belt in his hand and no idea in the world what she meant. “Ma’am?” “Left or right.” She had the tape around her
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. Part One: The Original Bit I was nineteen the first time I bought Magnum condoms. Not because I needed them—God, no—but because my friends wouldn’t shut up about them. We were at a Shell station off Highway 9, the kind of place with flickering fluorescent lights and a rack of energy drinks that looked like they’d been there since the Obama administration. There were four of us: me, my buddy Connor, his girlfriend Becca, and
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