I am a huge fan of this website. I thank the creator(s) and those who submit content. I will read the submissions and sometimes use them directly to role-play with my husband and friends, or read them to my husband while he is either tied up or wearing chastity devices. My husband J. has a micro penis. His rock-hard ‘dick’ is between 2 and 2.5 inches, depending on the weather/temperature. Soft, it shrivels down to a button, and my own clit pokes out further than his babydick! He does have a glorious, large set of balls that, on occasion, I have superglued over his clitty and used a wand on him to make him cum like a girl!

I first met J. at university. Towards the end of our first year, we were introduced by one of my housemates who studied with him on the same course. We went on several dates during the final weeks of the term, and I enjoyed him so much in the final two weeks that I let him take it further. Over 6 out of 9 nights, he had me naked on my bed cumming over and over as he literally worshipped every part of my body. I’ve met no man or woman who has been able to make me cum so many times in one go using just his mouth and hands.

He made excuses for why I didn’t need to return the favour, and when the term ended, we messaged over the summer, whilst in separate countries, as he had a really cool job in the States. I craved him like anything. I was very active sexually and would happily touch myself over and over, but I couldn’t get the same feeling that J. gave me. I’d gotten really drunk one night with friends and sent him a long emotional message ending with me begging him for phone sex of some kind.

He left me a voice note describing in intimate detail what he wanted to do to me again, and I must have listened to it every day for a month.

*****

A few days after he had returned to the UK, he was sorting things out to come and visit me when he was involved in a serious traffic incident. I didn’t know what had happened for days. I was pissed at the time that he hadn’t turned up. He was to meet friends and my sisters. I left him so many messages. A news report was then shared on social media, and I was tagged in it, with him being named in the story. J. had been hit by a car whilst helping get a woman and her children free from their crashed vehicle on a motorway. I couldn’t have been more guilt-ridden, not being able to speak or see him at the time, and I hoped he hadn’t heard or read my messages.

*****

The new year arrived as summer ended, and after a few days of not seeing him, I messaged my friend from his course. They were meant to be sharing a home, but he had not shown up. Bedroom empty. I didn’t handle things well and hooked up with other guys, eventually leading to having a boyfriend out of it. I married that guy, and the sex was alright. He had a huge cock, but was dreadful at foreplay. The marriage was awful and ended badly as he turned out to be abusive, and well, we don’t need to give him more airtime.

*****

J. never really left my mind. I was at a university friend’s wedding about three years later. This was now 12 years after meeting J. The wedding was beautiful. My friends had met at university and not felt safe marrying for a long time, so finally being able to do it was great. They shared their wedding with our other friends. One lesbian couple, one gay couple. It was brilliant.

There were some loud cheers from the bar area later in the night after the ‘evening’ guests had turned up. I had to do a few double takes, but there stood J., hugging so many uni friends. He seemed to look up at the same time, and, like the films, he just stepped past them all and was heading to me.

He smiled. And sorry this has gotten very soppy, I know. Still, he smiled (I had been told by everyone that meets him (well, nearly everyone) that when he smiles at you, every nerve or feeling of negativity immediately disappears- I felt so warm and safe as I simply smiled, said hello, and held his hand out. He then said, “Can we dance, please?”

I didn’t reply, I just took his hand, and we must have slow danced arm in arm for a good hour at least. He kissed my forehead several times as I just hugged him.

He still smelled incredible, he still felt amazing, and I just wished I hadn’t spent the last 12 or so years without him.

We grabbed some drinks and spent the rest of the reception catching up. We reviewed the past 12 years in turn. We both cried together and laughed together, and I certainly knew I’d always loved him. As he spoke about his time, it was clear that both of us had suffered, and maybe now was the best time again.

Anyway, the soppy stuff is done. We dated just two more times before making ourselves official. I wasn’t letting him go again, and I believe he was more than happy to make sure I went nowhere, too.

*****

At this point, I still hadn’t seen his little tiny penis. Part of one of the dates, he admitted, however, that the reason he hadn’t tried to have sex with me was because of his size. I surprised myself in not really caring, as I knew he could satisfy me anyway. However, this is only now coming to light, as I’m seeing it, and the fun we’ve had since then.

*****

So we dated two more times. We made it official, and I said I wanted to move in and just stop wasting any more time. Many people have asked me, ‘Are you sure about this?’ But the proof is here, as we’ve been together for 10 years in November!

 

He hired a van, came to my rented flat, and helped me pack up. We moved it all in one day, and after a takeaway, we crashed out on the bed arm in arm.

The next day, after I’d done my bathroom routine, I returned to him naked, and I started to remove his clothes as he slept. I was impressed with myself that I’d done all that without him waking. I lay down next to him and played with his really cute little willy. It is the smallest penis I’ve ever seen, but the cutest for sure. I licked it, sucked it, rubbed it, stroked it. I loved every part of it. He woke to the surprise and sort of embarrassingly admitted he was going to cum, I kissed him to keep him quiet as I wanked him off with my thumb forefinger. He cummed  so much up his chest. Before I could say anything, I cleaned him up with my tongue, kissing his button after. I let him shower and do his thing before we spent the rest of the day playing together.

As our relationship grew, we spoke honestly about everything and realised we were into a lot of the same kinks and fantasies, and he actually was very much into SPH and SPE. Although I’ve not let any man have sex with me since getting with J., we enjoy the cuckhold kink too, with J. often in chastity, whilst I use or he uses or sometimes a friend uses dildos on me.

After a few months together, it had dawned on me that J. had yet to fuck me. We hadn’t had intercourse. We had done most things together, made each other cum a lot, and been so intimate, yet that hadn’t happened.

I asked him about it. He got uncomfortable, and after some reassurance, he admitted to me he was still a Virgin. He was silly and said that he was okay with not doing that to me, as he was sure I wouldn’t notice, and he would rather not feel that way. We talked more, played with each other, and I said that I wanted all of him, and we would make it happen. As we discussed our kinks more, however, I did say maybe we could, though, as it was still quite a turn on for us both that he hadn’t had sex yet!

*****

We would go to friends’ houses, etc. Every event, I’d make him wear a chastity cage we had made for him. We often talk about sex, and I knew he was trying to get hard from it underneath his clothes.

A few times, we discussed meeting up with our friends to do roleplays. It took a bit of time, but eventually our friends seemed up for it, and J. felt ready. We started getting together in couples, along with a few of the other friends. We would play truth or dare, spin th bottle. Strip poker, and when I discovered a site that combined stripping with basic board games, we had some great times. The SPH he encountered was intense, and when they found out he was still a Virgin, it just got better and better.

Then, three years ago, we got married. Our engagement wasn’t long. We had planned and saved for years, and we just wanted to get the legal stuff done, be romantic, and party with our friends and family.

I didn’t mean this to be so long, but I’m almost done… so we had the wedding booked, and I had an incredible weekend away for my hen party. J. fell ill before his stag and actually spent a week in hospital.

After the all-clear, we had only a few days before the wedding. His best man (a girl, actually) had said they still wanted to do something for him if they could. J. had been key in all our friends’ prior stag parties as he was quite the prankster. I knew that one great prank on him was part of a fantasy he had, so I thought, why not make this happen for him? So I told his best woman and my maid of honor to sort this out for him.

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The wedding day arrives, and we do all the things. It’s a wonderful day, super romantic, and the family enjoys it. The night is brilliant, and we’re drunk and ready to go to bed. We return to our room, which is a cottage separate from the main building. It’s just us and a lovely courtyard. I tell him I have plans for him, so I give him instructions to take everything off and put on a blindfold. Not long before heading to the room, I’d slipped J. part of a viagra pill.

He only needs a quarter of one to stay rock hard for hours. I couldn’t resist taking photo after photo of him with his cute little boner poking out of his ballsack. All hairless and cute, I tied his hands behind his back and led him out the lounge doors onto the patio to the courtyard. I told J. that he was about to have his belated stag party and just to go with the flow and enjoy. He stood naked in front of all.

Our friends and some family members, too. His task was simple. Higher or lower, each person had a playing card, and J had to guess whether the next card would be higher or lower as he moved to each person. If he was correct, he could move on to the next person. If he was wrong, depending on whether it was higher or lower, he either had to suck/lick/kiss the dick or pussy in front of him or bend over and be spanked on each cheek the amount on the card.

At the end of the gauntlet of people, J. was posed in the middle of everyone, and lots of photos were taken.

His best woman then clamped on a new chastity cage to him, which was a slight struggle with him still hard, but it was softening. And they left us to it.

We had fun after. He was laughing about what went on for a while in between making me cum several times.

We left for our honeymoon the next afternoon, and a month after we got home, the key to our chastity cage was received in the post.

J. lost his virginity to me. His little babydick was in and out of me cumming like a good little soldier. His most memorable birthday ever.

A year later, here we are. I’m pregnant with his second child, and his second daughter if the science is right! He rocks my world with the tiniest penis, so shoutout to the little guys out there, yes, I laugh at them, yes, I love SPH, but you are just as much going to please us ladies then the big ole dicks too! Thanks for letting me share. XXX.

 

The End.

 

 

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