SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

By DeludedMyself. I always knew I wasn’t packing a monster. High school gym showers, locker room talk, the occasional drunk comparison at parties—I’d seen enough to know I wasn’t winning any size contests. But I never thought I was small. Average, maybe. A little under, sure. Nothing to write home about, but nothing to be ashamed of either. That’s what I told myself for years. My high school sweetheart—let’s call her Peta—was my first everything. First kiss, first handjob, first

An SPH Experience by AcornMan40. The morning light was just starting to filter through the curtains when I woke up. I was still half-asleep, my body warm under the covers, and I felt that familiar stirring between my legs—morning wood. Well, morning twig was more accurate. At full mast, I hovered right around 4.5 inches on a good day, but in the morning, with the blood flow and the warmth of the blankets, I was probably closer to my best.

An SPH Experience by CuteButterscotch8246. It started like any other evening. My wife Diane and her best friend Hilda were sprawled across our living room couch, both of them a couple of glasses of wine deep. Hilda had been single for about two years now, and she was relentless in her search. She’d swipe through dating apps like it was a part-time job, always showing Diane the train wrecks she found. I was in the armchair, pretending to read a

An SPH Experience by Catness33. I remember plating the pasta, the steam rising as I tossed it with garlic and olive oil. Everyone was already tipsy from the cocktails I’d been making—basil smash for the girls, old fashions for the guys. The kitchen felt warm, full of voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off the walls. Bonnie and her boyfriend Eddie were sitting at the island. Isla and her guy Jude were on the couch. And my girlfriend, Zara, was leaning against