An SPH Experience by AlternateSubmissive. I need to say it plainly before I try to make it sound like anything else: my cock is too small for my girlfriend’s body. Not in a way that’s metaphorical or symbolic or something you can work around with creativity and communication and a good attitude. In a literal, mechanical, physical way. Her ass is too thick, and my cock is too short, and the math doesn’t work. I’ve tried. She’s tried. We’ve tried
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Successful_Club9293. Last night I did something I’d been nervously building up to for weeks—I finally went to a gay bathhouse downtown. I’d heard stories, watched porn, imagined what it would be like to walk around in nothing but a towel among men who were all there for the same reason. My dick is about three and a half inches hard, and pretty thin. I’ve always known it was small. Porn made that obvious enough. But
Read moreA Fictional Cuckold SPH Story by bustycuckcouple. Kyle and Katie were a married couple in their early thirties. They were a great match, even in their kinks. But maybe a little too great a match. They both leaned heavily on the submissive end of the kink spectrum. Kyle was a sweetheart, a softie who simply adored all things Katie. Especially the fact that Katie tended to lose herself a bit by getting absorbed in her kinks. Plus, he had lots
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Icy_Permission491. I’d been circling the kink for years without ever landing on it. SPH—small penis humiliation. I knew the shape of it from forums and captioned porn, the specific electric jolt that hit me when a woman on screen laughed at some poor guy’s dick. I knew what mine measured. I knew what average measured. The gap between those two numbers was the gap I’d been staring into since I was a teenager, terrified and
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by FlaggedRaggoon. “Hey, you,” Helene chirps. She drops down to sit by the water, her bare leg brushing against my shoulder. I’ve got my arms folded at the edge of the pool, chin on my elbows, staring at the club’s entrance. The water feels cool compared to the hot afternoon air, and the place’s not too busy for a Friday. Tourists still haven’t figured out there’s a cozy pool lounge with cheap booze right in the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Priority3298. I need to take you back to the beginning for this to make any sense. Not to the moment everything went wrong—although we’ll get there—but to the years before, the accumulation of quiet dread that every small-dicked guy carries around like a stone in his pocket. The weight you feel every time a conversation turns to sex. The way you laugh at jokes that are about you. The way you measure yourself against every benchmark,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by JustDrewbieD. I’m doing better now. That’s the thing I want to say first, before anything else. Six months clean. Still taking it a day at a time, still going to meetings, still fighting the urge every single morning to pour whiskey into my coffee and swallow a handful of green powder that made everything feel like it was going to be okay. It’s not easy. But I’m here. I’m alive. I’m sober. And I have a
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by PartyHardy11. Let me tell you about the fourth gig, because the fourth gig is the one I replay in my head at night, the one that ruined me for normal life. Quick facts first, because the facts matter. I’m twenty-eight. I have a job, a car, a perfectly forgettable face. And I have a dick that is 3.9 inches erect, measured honestly, bone-pressed, on a good day, by a man who has measured it probably
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by UrinalBoy19. I’m nineteen, and I have a confession about the night I missed four full innings of a playoff game because a dozen strangers spent an hour playing with my dick. Some background, so you understand what I was walking into that night: I’m a small guy all over. Five-foot-six, a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet, and the family trait that haunts me most is between my legs. Soft, I’m about an inch
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Bill. The story is true! To the best of my ability, I will try to recount it from the beginning. My name is Bill, and my wife is Renee. She and I are both 60 at the time of this writing. She and I were each married before to different people. She got divorced in her 30s. I got mine around the same time. She got the house in her divorce, and my ex and I
Read moreAn SPH Fictional Story by Lippy33. I need to tell this the way it actually happened, because the version I’ve been jerking off to for the past three months has gotten smoother around the edges, and the truth deserves to be preserved in its original condition. The truth is that I was twenty-seven years old, two and a quarter inches hard, an innie when soft, and I had matched with a forty-one-year-old divorcée named Renee who had no idea what
Read moreAn SPH Experience by MTislife. My wife’s name is Renee. We’ve been married for eleven years. She’s five-foot-six, brown-haired, sharp-tongued when she wants to be, and generally the kind of woman who says what she means and means what she says. She’s not cruel. She’s not petty. She’s honest — sometimes brutally, sometimes quietly, always consistently. She’s the person in the room who’ll tell you if you have spinach in your teeth, and she’ll do it with a look of
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Difficult_Way_1656. There’s a specific kind of vulnerability that comes with being naked in front of strangers. Not the locker-room kind, where everyone’s naked and vulnerability is distributed evenly like a shared weather system. Not the sexual kind, where nakedness is a prelude to something and the other person wants to see you. This was different. This was the nude beach kind — the recreational nakedness, the I’m naked because this is a beach and clothes are
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Priority3298. Her name was Whitney. I need to start with that because everything in this story circles back to her — her voice, her face, her pauses, the way she’d bite the inside of her cheek when she was deciding whether to say the thing she was thinking or the thing she knew I wanted to hear. Whitney had this quality about her, this honesty that she wore like a coat she was always trying to
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CuckExtreme99. Nathan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, completely naked, waiting. His wife Brooke sat on the counter behind him, legs crossed, watching his reflection with a lazy, cruel smile. She was already dressed for the evening—a black lace bodysuit that made her tits look incredible, her dark hair pinned up the way her boyfriend liked. “Look at it,” Brooke said, nodding at his crotch. “Honestly, babe. I still can’t believe I married that.”
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by NaughtyNeighbor44. Daniel had been dreading this moment for weeks. When Victoria—his fifty-three-year-old neighbor with the sharp tongue and sharper eyes—had caught him stealing glances at her while she was sunbathing, she hadn’t called the cops. She hadn’t even told his wife. Instead, she’d smiled like a cat presented with a particularly stupid canary and told him to come over Saturday afternoon. “Wear something easy to remove,” she’d said. “I want to see exactly what I’m
Read moreA Fictional Story by claireetemp. I should probably feel bad about this, but I don’t. His name was Chad. We’d matched on an app about two weeks before—cute photos, good job, funny messages. He worked in finance, had a nice smile, and didn’t send me an unsolicited dick pic, which already put him ahead of most guys on there. We texted back and forth, had decent chemistry, and eventually made plans to meet for drinks on a Friday night. Chad
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Budget-Grand6033. I need to start by saying that this actually happened. I’m not writing this as fantasy or erotica dressed up as memoir. This is the real thing — the thing that happened, the thing I still think about when I can’t sleep, the thing that quietly rearranged something inside me when I was seventeen and has never quite snapped back into place. I’m thirty-one now. I’ve had years to process it. I’ve had other girlfriends,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Regular_Fan_8273. My family was never precious about bodies. That’s the nicest way I can put it. The accurate way is: we were a household that treated clothing as optional, and nobody thought twice about it until I got old enough to realize that not every family operated this way. It probably started with my mom. A woman raised her—my grandmother—who’d come of age in a tiny coastal town where everybody swam in the same stretch of
Read moreAn SPH Experience by AffectionateLocal74. The game had been a blowout—3-0, the home side cruising, the stadium emptying in that satisfied, unhurried way that happens when everyone’s already celebrating by the seventieth minute. I stayed until the final whistle because I’m sentimental like that, then joined the slow river of fans funneling toward the exits. I needed to piss. Badly. The kind of badly where you’ve been holding it since halftime because the bathroom lines were forty deep and you
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