An SPH Experience by Spenhu. The bottle was almost empty when it happened. We’d been sitting in the living room for about two hours—me on the end of the couch, her curled up in the corner with her legs tucked under her, the wine glass in her hand getting emptier with each pour. It was one of those nights when the kids were asleep, the house was quiet, and the conversation had drifted, the way it does when wine is
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Nice_Document_7299. The thing about airplanes is that you can’t leave. You can’t get up and walk away. You can’t excuse yourself to the bathroom and collect your thoughts and come back when the moment has passed, and the heat has left your face and your dick has softened inside your pants. You’re in a metal tube at thirty-five thousand feet, strapped into a seat that’s too small, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder between two people, and whatever happens
Read moreAn SPH Experience by EgonOlsen1925. The lake is about twenty minutes from our house. Not a big lake—not one of those destination lakes with boat ramps and marinas and vacation rentals. Just a local swimming hole, the kind that’s been there forever, with a gravel parking lot and a roped-off swimming area and a small stretch of beach where people spread towels and set up chairs and pretend they’re somewhere more exotic than rural Connecticut. My wife and I go
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Spenhu. We’ve been doing this for a while now—writing together, I mean. Hotpast stories. SPH stories. Posting them on Literotica under a shared account that only we know about. It actually started as her idea. She’d been reading my browser history one night—not snooping, we have an open policy about that kind of thing—and found the folders. The saved forum posts. The measurement comparison sites. The stories about wives telling their husbands they’d had bigger. The
Read moreA Fictional Story by Tonyhammer5450. Tom and Stacy were in their late fifties, a solidly conservative Midwestern couple who’d been married thirty years. Both carried extra weight. Stacy’s body was soft and heavy, dominated by enormous, pendulous breasts and a massive, wide ass that jiggled with every step. Tom’s gut hung over a pubic mound so thick that his penis, when soft, simply vanished into the fat. Basically, he had an innie. When he managed an erection, it reached a
Read moreA Fictional Story by charmer949. HOW IT BEGAN “We need to talk. We can’t keep fucking like this. I have a very small vagina, and your dick is shredding me inside. It hurts.” “Well, it’s not like I’m big; I’m only five inches hard.” “Why do guys always know their dick size?” “We measure it; it’s a lifelong competition.” “If you want to compete for me, you’re gonna have to make your dick smaller.” “How about I just enter the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Betapinky1. People ask me sometimes—who knows? Who knows about your… situation? And the honest answer is: more people than I’d like. Far more. My girlfriend knows, obviously. She’s the one living with it, the one who has to look down at me during sex and pretend she’s not disappointed. She’s kind about it. Too kind, honestly. She’ll cup my balls and stroke my little three-and-a-half-inch erection and whisper things like “I love how you feel” and
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Chapter One: The Arrival Tom stood at the front door, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched the old pickup truck pull into the driveway. His wife Claire stood beside him, her auburn hair pulled back in a casual ponytail, wearing a sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She’d been skeptical when Tom mentioned his uncle was coming to stay for a couple of weeks. “He’s family,” Tom
Read moreA Fictional Story by EgonOlsen1925. I was twenty-two, and I was still a virgin. That fact sat on me like a stone. It sat on me in the way that facts about your body sit on you—heavy, immovable, the kind of thing you carry around and try not to think about but that presses into you at every quiet moment. In the shower. In bed at night. In the locker room. On dates, especially on dates, when the conversation is
Read moreAn SPH Experience by csp918. We’d been open for a few months by then. She’d hooked up with a handful of guys—nothing crazy, just a couple here and there—but every time, something came up with my schedule: work, family stuff, bad timing. So I’d never actually seen her with another man. I’d heard about it after the fact, lying in bed while she gave me the rundown, and I’d always gotten off on it. But there was this thing I
Read moreA Fictional Story by poutymila. He already knew. That’s the part I need to start with, because without that detail, the rest of this story sounds cruel in a way it wasn’t. He already knew he was small. He’d known before I ever saw him, before we ever slept together, before I ever had the thought that I’m about to put into words. He’d told me early on—casually, almost like a disclaimer, the way you’d mention a food allergy before
Read moreAn SPH Experience by BossKilling. She doesn’t know. That’s the thing I keep coming back to. She has no idea about any of it — the tabs I leave open when she’s not home, the accounts I follow, the communities I lurk in, the words that loop in my head when I’m stroking myself late at night. BNWO. Sissy. Whiteboi. SPH. She doesn’t know any of those terms exist in my vocabulary, let alone that they’ve shaped the way I
Read moreAn SPH Experience by iloveheavyracks. I’d been parked on the couch for hours, beer in hand, eyes glued to the 75-inch screen where Ronaldo was setting up for a free kick. My buddy Seth was sprawled in the recliner next to me, equally invested, yelling at the ref for a call he disagreed with. The World Cup semifinal was tense, and the UFC prelims were playing on my phone in picture-in-picture mode. Five hours. Five goddamn hours since I’d heard
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Tasty_Many3399. I’ve always known I was small. That’s not new information. I’ve known since middle school, since the first time I changed in a locker room and realized that the thing between my legs bore no resemblance to the things between everyone else’s. I’ve known through every girlfriend, every hookup, every late-night measurement session where I’d press the ruler into the bone and hope for a number that would make me feel like a real man.
Read moreA 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
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