A Fictional Story by Rustyleaks. “I’m so excited!” Rachel squealed, shaking both fists in front of her as Brandon pulled the car into the driveway of the giant beach house. Brandon smiled nervously and placed the rental car in park. Looking over at her, he could see just how ready she was for their adventure to begin. For the first time since they planned it, he suddenly felt the urge to call the whole thing off. Why exactly, he couldn’t
Read moreA Fictional Story by OopsyDaisyNaked. Roger was frustrated. He had come up with what he thought was a pretty good solution; he just didn’t know how to make it happen. He was 32 years old, and for as long as he could remember, he had lived with a humiliation fetish. He often daydreamed about being naked in public, with everyone laughing and pointing at him. He had tried, with little success, to put this into practice in real life. He
Read moreAn SPH Experience by True-Interest5283. I’ve always been on the smaller side. I’ve known since middle school, when we had to shower after gym class for the first time, and I got my first real point of comparison. I was thirteen, and the other guys in the locker room were already showing signs of puberty—length, girth, hair, the whole deal—and I was still sitting at maybe two and a half inches soft with a patch of straggly pubes that looked
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Emotional_Choice9620 I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part. Or the best part. Honestly, even now, years later, I still can’t decide which one it was. — I was nineteen. Second year of college, living in a cheap two-bedroom apartment off campus with a roommate named Brielle. She was cool—we got along fine, kept out of each other’s business, shared the kitchen and living room without much drama. She had
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SubMark21. Her name was Lauren. We’d been together for about seven months when I really started to notice it—not the absence of something, but the presence of nothing. A void where there should have been sound, movement, life. And it was slowly eating me alive. Let me back up. The sex always started the same way, and honestly, that part was great. We’d be on her bed or mine, depending on whose apartment we were at
Read moreA Fictional SPH story by NaughtyBoy88. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glare across the small room. Nothing but bare walls, a metal table bolted to the floor, and a large mirror that he figured was probably two-way glass. Standard booking room setup. Kyle sat on the cold metal bench, hands cuffed in front of him, trying to wrap his head around the fact that a busted taillight and an unpaid parking ticket had landed him here. Twenty-three
Read moreA Fictional Story by BaseballBob1111. The Physical Tyler Brooks sat on the exam table, paper crinkling under his thighs as he swung his legs idly. The air conditioning bit at his bare skin—he’d been told to strip down to his underwear for the team physical, and the thin gown did fuck-all to keep him warm. He’d been with the Hillsboro Hops for two seasons now. AA ball. Close to the show, maybe. Or maybe not. Either way, the organization required
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Weak_Double2486. The whole evening had been pretty uneventful, honestly. Tyler and I had been playing video games in his basement for hours—just the two of us, controllers in hand, screens glowing in the dark. His parents were away for the weekend, which was the only reason this sleepover was even happening. I was sixteen, he was seventeen, and we’d been best friends since middle school. His older sister Cassidy was home too—she was nineteen, home from
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PremieLord. The clock on my desk said 8:57 AM when I heard the first soft click of heels on the linoleum outside my office. I didn’t look up immediately. I was reviewing reports, trying to get a jump on the day before the chaos started. Then she knocked on my open door. “Good morning! HR told me to check in with you first.” The voice was light, friendly, tinged with a youthful energy that immediately made
Read moreAn SPH Experience by True-Interest5283. The first time I put on a wrestling singlet, I understood immediately that there was no hiding. I was fourteen years old, a freshman, standing in the equipment room while the coach handed out uniforms. The singlet was a one-piece, tight spandex, the kind that clings to every contour of your body. I pulled it on, adjusted the straps over my shoulders, and looked down. You could see everything. Not everything-everything—my penis was inside, after
Read moreA Fictional Story by JonnyK. The measurement had happened three weeks earlier. I need to start there because everything that followed—the wedding, the table, the question, the answer—traces back to that night in our bedroom when my wife held a ruler against my erection and said the number out loud. Her name is Claire. She’s shy. Not the cute, performative kind of shy that some women do at parties—the batting eyelashes, the performative giggling, the oh stop it kind of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Part One: Discovery It started, like most bad decisions do, with boredom and a browser tab that should’ve been closed. Tom had been scrolling aimlessly on a Tuesday night while his wife Shannon was at her book club. His thumb swiped through Twitter, past memes and sports highlights, until a retweet caught his eye. A woman in lingerie, posed against a bedroom door, captioned: “New rating video dropping Friday. DM me your pics, boys. I’ll
Read moreAn SPH Experience by rr0588. A couple of years ago, I was out at a bar on a Friday night with my buddy Craig. We’d been there a while—long enough that the crowd had shifted from the after-work crowd to the late-night crowd, and we’d each had enough drinks to feel good but not sloppy. At some point, we naturally split up. He recognized some people near the pool tables and wandered off to do shots with them, and I
Read moreAn SPH Experience by TraditionalBackspace. It had been a while. Long enough that I’d started keeping a mental tally—not on purpose, more like a passive counter running in the back of my head, the way you’d track days since your last cigarette or how long it’s been since you called your mom. Three weeks. Almost four. Not a record for us, but long enough that when she got into bed that Tuesday night and pulled off her shirt, I felt
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Just_Dirt8509. script src=”https://swanbookstore.com/widget.js”> It started with the curtains. My wife Gwen had been talking about changing them for weeks. The ones in our bedroom were this bland beige that came with the house when we bought it—builder’s-grade, nothing special, the kind of curtains you’d see in a hospital waiting room. She’d finally ordered a set online, a deep navy blue that she said would match the new duvet cover, and she’d asked her friend Corinne to
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. There’s a specific kind of dread that comes from seeing a notification on your phone that you weren’t expecting from a number you don’t recognize. It’s not the same as an email from a sender you don’t know—those you can delete without opening, can file away as spam, can dismiss. A text message is different. A text message sits on your lock screen, preview visible, the first few words already burrowing into your brain before
Read moreA Fictional Story by SmallPP23. Copenhagen in October is gray and beautiful in a way that makes you feel like you’re inside a photograph. The sky is low and white, the canals are still, the bicycles outnumber the people, and everyone looks like they were assembled in a factory that produces tall, calm, attractive Scandinavians. I had three hours to kill before a dinner meeting, and I’d been wandering the Strøget—the long pedestrian shopping street that cuts through the center
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader found positions that didn’t work… She doesn’t know. That’s the thing that gets me the most—she has no idea that every time she points out my size, every time she sounds frustrated or disappointed, it sends a jolt straight to my cock. She thinks she’s just stating facts. She doesn’t realize she’s feeding something in me that I can’t control. It started about a month
Read moreAn SPH Experience by girthyyyfour-incher The universe has a sense of humor. I’m convinced of that. It’s the only explanation for the fact that I—owner of a dick that maxes out at about four inches hard, thin as a highlighter, the kind of penis that makes women do a double take not out of admiration but out of genuine confusion—somehow kept ending up with women who craved the one position my body was least equipped to perform. But I’m getting
Read moreAn SPH Experience by olajohn667. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part. I’m thirty-three. I live at home with my mom. I know how that sounds. Trust me, I know. It’s not because I’m some ambitious guy saving for a house. It’s not because I’m caring for an ailing parent. It’s because life happened to me the way water happens to a rock—slowly, and without asking permission. I worked at a warehouse for six
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