A 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 moreA Female POV SPH Experience by vixenchicbria. I kept thinking about it. Not in a passing way—in that obsessive, lying-in-bed-replaying-it way. The way his face went red. The way he kept apologizing while pushing into my hand at the same time. The way his whole cock fit in my grip with room to spare. I’d be at work, and suddenly I’d feel my fingers remembering the shape of him, that small, warm weight, and I’d have to press my thighs
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 SPH Story by charmer949. 1980s ERA STORY FROM A RANDOM COLLEGE GUY My name is Steve. Not that that matters. I was an average college guy who hung out at nightclubs just trying to get laid like any other dude. I drew the line at thin. With college chicks, this wasn’t hard to find. If she had a nice butt, I was down. I didn’t care for boobs and preferred they be small, and if she was homely
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by captain144. Mr and Mrs Stroud, of 119, Laurel Lane, smiled smugly at each other as they took their seats in the half-full auditorium. This was the third weekend in a row that their son, Damien, had participated in the Regional Finals of the South Eastern Boxing Championship. He had sailed through the early rounds and had numerous bouts under his belt. As far as his parents were concerned, there was no chance that their “ickle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Mammoth_Dare_2174 Part One: The Incident I’ll get the measurements out of the way upfront so there’s no suspense. Three point seven-five inches. Hard. That’s what I’m working with. On a good day, with the right conditions—optimal temperature, a full moon, maybe a prayer—maybe I crack four. But the honest, ruler-doesn’t-lie number is three and three-quarters. Girth-wise, I’m not winning any awards either. I can wrap my hand around myself and still have fingers overlapping. It’s not
Read moreAn SPH Experience by rizzyowl. Three years. Three years I gave her, and all I got was a sentence that still echoes in my head every single night: “I’m sorry, you just haven’t lived up to my expectations.” We both knew what that meant. We’d had the conversations, the awkward ones where she’d tried to be gentle, tried to say it wasn’t about size, that it was about technique, about confidence. But we both knew. A three-and-a-half-inch cock doesn’t live
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Debt-2507. I met her on a dating app. Not one of the hookup ones, one of the ones where you’re supposed to be looking for something real. Her profile was full of pictures of mountaintops and forest trails, and her bio mentioned she was looking for someone who could keep up with her on a Saturday morning. I swiped right. She swiped right. We started talking. The conversation was easy from the start. She was funny
Read moreAn SPH Experience by rr0588. A couple of years ago, I got invited to a pool party at a friend’s apartment complex. He lived in one of those modern high-rises downtown, the kind with a rooftop pool overlooking the entire city skyline. It was supposed to be a chill afternoon—a bunch of people floating around, drinking, soaking up the sun. I was recently single at the time, fresh off a breakup that had left me feeling like shit about myself,
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
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot-Emergency-627. Part One: The Wedding Night I should probably start with the numbers, since that’s what matters here. Three point eight inches. Hard. That’s what I measured on our honeymoon, kneeling on the hotel bed with a ruler I’d stolen from the business center downstairs while my wife was in the bathroom. I held it against myself, pressed the metal edge into the base, and stared at the number like it might change if I looked
Read moreAn SPH Experience by limpshrimp83. It started with a finger. That’s how these things always start, isn’t it? Not with a bang, but with a tentative, curious press during a blowjob on a Tuesday night that made me flinch — then relax — then push back against her hand. — Her name is Christine. We’ve been together four years. She’s sharp, funny, brutally honest when she wants to be, and she has this laugh — this laugh — that can
Read moreAn SPH Experience by baddecisions74. Seven years. That’s how long I’ve been with her. Seven years of knowing — in the back of my head, in the quiet moments after sex, in the way she sometimes shifts her hips during penetration like she’s searching for something I can’t reach — that I’m not enough. Not completely. I’m 4.75 inches hard. Uncut. I know that’s below average. I’ve known it since I was old enough to start comparing in locker rooms
Read moreAn SPH Experience by poutymila. A few days had passed since that night. The night I said it out loud. I’d been lying next to him in bed, teasing him the way I’d started doing lately — lightly, almost casually, letting my fingers drift across his cock while I said things I knew would get into his head. Things about his size. Things about how he compared to other men I’d been with. He’d asked me for complete honesty that
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. Delia Ruffin got the house, the truck, and the better part of what was in the accounts, and the first thing she did with any of it was put it in a pool. The decree came through over the winter. By the time the ground had thawed, there was a man in her backyard with a can of marking paint, and she stood at the kitchen window and watched him lay it out and did
Read moreA Fictional Story by ABeardsley. “Oooh…” I moaned as I rubbed the last dribbles of cum from rapidly softening cock into the skin lotion container in front of me while huffing the salty scent of the dirty pair of black panties I was holding against my face. Right as I was tucking my 4 inches away, I heard a knocking on the bathroom door. Shortly after, a muffled yell came from the other side of the door. “Hey, Rick! Are
Read moreA Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… Prom was not what I had been imagining all these years. I had always dreamed it was Lucy and me on the dance floor, sharing a slow, sweet dance that ended in a loving kiss. Instead, we danced together as friends, while my tiny little weenie was smushed in flat chastity. It definitely felt more fitting than the fairytale I had imagined. All night,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by randomalt222110. The results from my first waxing session had genuinely surprised me. Fewer ingrown hairs, smoother skin, and honestly, just less maintenance overall. I’d been skeptical going in the first time, but the evidence was hard to argue with. So I booked a follow-up. Scheduling didn’t work out with the same woman who’d done my first appointment, though. The receptionist told me she was booked solid for the next two weeks, and I didn’t want to
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