SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

By augusto3041.     I went to a party with my friends, and there was a beautiful woman at the party, a sensational brunette, 10/10. We were talking, and there was a room at the party for sex. When we went in, a couple was leaving, but when I took off my clothes, she was so drunk that she started laughing and left the room and told everyone that my penis was small, that it was about 4 inches hard,

By HolyHelp.     I always knew my sister Jenna was a bitch, but I never imagined she’d go this far. At 28, I’m still single, striking out left and right with women. Dates start okay—dinner, laughs, maybe a kiss—but then they ghost me or make excuses when things heat up. I’d chalk it up to bad luck or my awkward personality, but deep down, I suspected something was off. It all clicked one night when I overheard my cousin

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This female reader enjoys some in house waxing… A while back, I was on my way to my waxing appointment when I thought how funny it would be to make him an appointment. During my appointment, I asked my waxer if she accepted male clients. She said, “Absolutely,” and asked if I wanted to make an appointment for my husband. I said yes, but before I did, there were some

By SmallHubby-40.     I’d hit 40 last month, and life felt like a steady grind—married to Sarah for 15 years, a decent job in accounting, and a quiet suburban house with a backyard that backed onto woods. But underneath it all, my secret gnawed at me: my dick. It’s embarrassingly small, maybe 3.5 inches when stiff, a limp nub otherwise that I’ve hidden through awkward showers and quick changes at the gym. Sarah never complained outright, but our sex

By ShrimpMaster12.     I’d hit 28 last month, and my love life was a wasteland—endless swipes on apps that went nowhere, awkward dates that fizzled before dessert. My dick was the culprit, always had been: a sad little nub, maybe three inches at full mast, thin as a pencil. It hid in my boxers, as if ashamed, and so was I. But desperation breeds bad decisions. That Friday night, I dragged myself to O’Malley’s, a dive bar on the

By CampusLoser88.     I turned 19 last semester, and college life was supposed to be this explosion of freedom—parties, hookups, figuring out who I was. But for me, it was mostly hiding in my dorm, dodging locker room glances, and nursing a crush on Emily from my psych class. She was stunning: curly red hair that bounced when she laughed, green eyes that sparkled during lectures, and a body that filled out her crop tops just right. We’d chatted

By Pedro old.     We met a new black guy recently. He is a friend of a black work colleague and of my wife, whose family was initially from Barbados and was naturally black. The work colleague knew of my desire to watch my wife being fucked by a black guy with a much larger penis than my four-inch thin white dick and cuckold me. This was due to conversations about our sex lives in the past. This friend

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.   This reader had an interesting Tinder experience… Met a lady on Tinder, we had a great time. She was dropped off, and she asked if I could take her home. While I was driving, I was feeling her thighs. She moves my hand to her pussy. Then she sat up and started unbuckling me. I was still driving. She rubs my cock over my underwear. She looks up at me

By SadBatch_99.     I’d always known deep down that something was off in my relationship with Kylie, but I buried it under layers of denial and hope. At 29, I was finally engaged to the woman of my dreams—bright, beautiful, with that killer smile that lit up rooms. We’d been together for three years, and despite my insecurities about my body, she always reassured me. “Size doesn’t matter,” she’d say after we’d fumble through sex, her moans sounding forced