An SPH Experience by 5baconators. My wife has a sister who is the kind of woman other women hate without knowing why. Not because she’s beautiful—though she is, in a sharp, angular way—but because she’s fit. Genuinely, offensively fit. The kind of fit that comes from years of discipline: early mornings, clean meals, a body treated like a project. She doesn’t have much of an ass. Barely any chest. But what she has is tight. Everything on her is taut
Read moreA Fictional Story by juncobu. Once upon a time, there was a Jock. He was tall and handsome, with dreamy eyes and a short-cropped beard that accentuated his strong jaw. At nearly thirty years old, he still spent long hours at the gym to keep the hard, muscular body he’d developed as a college athlete. But the Jock had a dark secret: he had a very, very small penis. Below his tight abs, between his bulging quads, right where a
Read moreA Fictional Story by thisguyagain74. I should start by saying I knew what I was getting into. Or at least, I thought I did. I’d been curious about nudism for a while. The freedom of it, the body positivity — or so the websites claimed. Everyone’s welcome, everyone’s accepted, nobody judges. That’s what they all said. And I believed it, mostly because I wanted to believe it. Because beneath the curiosity about the lifestyle was something else. Something I didn’t
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Eastern_Discount_518. She was tanned—deeply, evenly tanned, the kind of tan that comes from hours by a pool or on a beach, the kind that makes teeth look whiter and eyes look brighter and skin look like it’s been touched by the sun in a way that makes you want to touch it too. She had dark hair and a round face and a body that she knew how to show off, and she was into me.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by OLTFRTT2. Her name doesn’t matter. What matters is that she was Puerto Rican, nerdy, and had an ass that I thought about every time she walked away from me—which was often, because we were friends, and friends walk away from each other constantly, and every single time she turned around in front of me, my eyes dropped to the curve of her hips and the round, thick, heavy swell of her ass beneath whatever she was
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Spenhu. The bottle was almost empty when it happened. We’d been sitting in the living room for about two hours—me on the end of the couch, her curled up in the corner with her legs tucked under her, the wine glass in her hand getting emptier with each pour. It was one of those nights when the kids were asleep, the house was quiet, and the conversation had drifted, the way it does when wine is
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Nice_Document_7299. The thing about airplanes is that you can’t leave. You can’t get up and walk away. You can’t excuse yourself to the bathroom and collect your thoughts and come back when the moment has passed, and the heat has left your face and your dick has softened inside your pants. You’re in a metal tube at thirty-five thousand feet, strapped into a seat that’s too small, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder between two people, and whatever happens
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. Friday… With his wife out of town on business for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, and Andrew knew it. He hadn’t done it often, only a handful of times, but even though he couldn’t, the thought of it was almost always on his mind. But he knew it was simply too great a risk ever to take so wantonly. Wearing panties always felt like committing a crime, and the scene had to be
Read moreAn SPH Experience by LittleJohn. Hi, my name is John. I am 18 years old and fell in with a bad crowd. I like to gamble and always seemed to lose. I had borrowed money from some of the guys, and they wanted it back. I had two ways out: take a beating from them or help them steal radios from cars. As they were bigger than me, I chose the radios. They told me it would be Friday night.
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader saw what his wife used to fuck… Since coming out to my wife about wanting her to do SPH on me, we’ve been having some fun with it. I started asking about her exes and how much bigger they were than me, and she always focuses on the guy she was with right before we got together. She’d tell me about how much bigger he
Read moreAn SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I need to set the scene before I get to what happened this morning, because without context it won’t make sense. Without context, it’ll sound like a one-off comment, a bad moment, something that happened and passed. It didn’t pass. It doesn’t pass. Things like this don’t pass when you’re me—when you’re nineteen and living at home, and your mother knows what you’re packing and has known for your entire life and has apparently decided,
Read moreAn SPH Experience by EgonOlsen1925. The lake is about twenty minutes from our house. Not a big lake—not one of those destination lakes with boat ramps and marinas and vacation rentals. Just a local swimming hole, the kind that’s been there forever, with a gravel parking lot and a roped-off swimming area and a small stretch of beach where people spread towels and set up chairs and pretend they’re somewhere more exotic than rural Connecticut. My wife and I go
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Spenhu. We’ve been doing this for a while now—writing together, I mean. Hotpast stories. SPH stories. Posting them on Literotica under a shared account that only we know about. It actually started as her idea. She’d been reading my browser history one night—not snooping, we have an open policy about that kind of thing—and found the folders. The saved forum posts. The measurement comparison sites. The stories about wives telling their husbands they’d had bigger. The
Read moreA Fictional Story by Tonyhammer5450. Tom and Stacy were in their late fifties, a solidly conservative Midwestern couple who’d been married thirty years. Both carried extra weight. Stacy’s body was soft and heavy, dominated by enormous, pendulous breasts and a massive, wide ass that jiggled with every step. Tom’s gut hung over a pubic mound so thick that his penis, when soft, simply vanished into the fat. Basically, he had an innie. When he managed an erection, it reached a
Read moreA Fictional Story by charmer949. HOW IT BEGAN “We need to talk. We can’t keep fucking like this. I have a very small vagina, and your dick is shredding me inside. It hurts.” “Well, it’s not like I’m big; I’m only five inches hard.” “Why do guys always know their dick size?” “We measure it; it’s a lifelong competition.” “If you want to compete for me, you’re gonna have to make your dick smaller.” “How about I just enter the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Betapinky1. People ask me sometimes—who knows? Who knows about your… situation? And the honest answer is: more people than I’d like. Far more. My girlfriend knows, obviously. She’s the one living with it, the one who has to look down at me during sex and pretend she’s not disappointed. She’s kind about it. Too kind, honestly. She’ll cup my balls and stroke my little three-and-a-half-inch erection and whisper things like “I love how you feel” and
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Eastern_Discount_518. I’ve always been cursed. There’s no other way to put it. Even now, as a grown man, fully hard, I’m barely three and a half inches. That’s it on a good day. Soft, I hang at maybe an inch and a half, and that’s being optimistic. Most of the time it’s just a little nub, barely visible, tucked in against my body like it’s trying not to be noticed. I’ve spent my whole life dodging
Read moreAn SPH Experience by aleem123p. I want to be honest about something before I start, because if I’m not, the rest of this won’t make sense. I’m going to sound like an asshole. Maybe I am one. I don’t think I am—or I don’t want to think I am—but I’ve spent enough time replaying this in my head to know that the way I felt about it wasn’t entirely clean. There was sympathy in there, sure. Real sympathy. But there
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Chapter One: The Arrival Tom stood at the front door, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he watched the old pickup truck pull into the driveway. His wife Claire stood beside him, her auburn hair pulled back in a casual ponytail, wearing a sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She’d been skeptical when Tom mentioned his uncle was coming to stay for a couple of weeks. “He’s family,” Tom
Read moreA Fictional Story by EgonOlsen1925. I was twenty-two, and I was still a virgin. That fact sat on me like a stone. It sat on me in the way that facts about your body sit on you—heavy, immovable, the kind of thing you carry around and try not to think about but that presses into you at every quiet moment. In the shower. In bed at night. In the locker room. On dates, especially on dates, when the conversation is
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