This one is a little different, but incorporates some of my usual themes. (SPH, Bisexuality). There is a little bit of humor too. I hope you enjoy it. I love comments! * I stood in a small room to the side of the altar. From my vantage, I could see and hear the High Priestess. The fabric of the fine white robe felt cool and smooth against my skin. When I p...
The next day, my relief of actually being able to get dressed this morning was short-lived. As I walked into my Math class there was a cacophony of applause and hooting at my arrival. I blushed for I was reminded as to why that was. All of the girls in this room have seen me NAKED. They have seen, and some even felt, every nook and cranny of my body. They sa...
For several decades in the 20th century, young men in the U.S. swam in YMCA pools, at countryside swimming holes, in high school and college phys. ed. courses, and even at well-attended swim team meets, totally, bollocks naked. Yes, that's right: fully bare. No skimpy speedos, swim trunks, or even underwear; and usually no hair caps or swim goggles. The pre...
(((Note: All Characters in the following story are based on real people in my life, however it is not a true story. All the character's names are changed. All of the following characters are over 18. This story is about humiliation and a person with a Napoleon Complex, so to speak. If sph isn't your thing, move on.))) (((And you should definitely read the f...
My name is Simon and I'm a senior in college. I'd say I was a pretty good looking dude - cute, short blonde hair, 6' tall and with a smooth, slim swimmer's build. I've never had any trouble getting girls, but keeping them was often a problem... Since I don't like to change in front of the other guys, I'd arrived early at the locker rooms for the first swim...
"Let's make camp for the night," Andreas said, "it's getting to be too dark for riding." his voice carried through the tall forest. “How about that space over there,” I said while pointing left to a clearing in a circle of Redwood trees. It was far enough from the dirt road and surrounded by shrubbery making it hard to notice. I was sure...
Disclaimer: SPH-focused, softcore with no female nudity. Also, I am not a doctor or anything, so don't think things I write about hospitals or carpal tunnel syndrome or medical procedure are necessarily true or even real. Thank you. *** A pain in my wrist got really bad one day and I went to the hospital, complaining of what I thought was carpal tunnel. T...
** Draft one: This is a new SPH and humiliation story I'm writing at the moment. I would love to get some feedback in the comments if you have a moment! Draft Two (current): Thanks for all of your feedback so far, it's really helpful for me to get an idea about what is, or isn't, working for my stories. I'm writing a second part to this story now and I've...
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the car anymore. Instead, I was in an unfamiliar room lying in a comfortable bed with my head propped up on a soft pillow and a fluffy comforter on top of me. I could tell from the dim light coming from the window shutters that it was very early in the morning. I noticed I was still naked beneath the sheets and my gi...
Bridget strolled into the art room as I steeled myself to go in for my second day of observed nudity. I took a deep breath and cast my hands to my side before I walked right in naked as the day I was born. Almost immediately, I noticed that something was different. The chaise and the dais were replaced by an ordinary desk and a woman who I had never seen bef...