Limp Stories

My day ends in the familiar silence of the spare room, the door locking behind me like a final regular period of my autonomy. My body tenses, adjusting to the loneliness, but my mind is restless, caught in the web of conflicting emotions. Lying there in my panties and sissy socks, my limp tiny penis barely making a bulge. There’s the sharp sting of angst, remembering nights spent listening through the device my wife and h...

His name is Erik but he much prefers to think of himself as Erika. Who is Erik you ask? He is my cuckolded, transgendered ex-husband. My ex-husband Erik is very much a transgendered individual who along the road of life has had three failed but very lively and eventful marriages. We will discuss these interesting marriages very soon, but first a little background on Erik. Erik was born in 1964 and claims that he has been...

"Okay, it's time to make this dick hard!" She said as she slid her naked body down.Yep, she knew. Imagine my embarrassment as her hands gripped the elastic of my boxers to roll it down only to reveal the limpness that prevailed during all this erotic stimulation.If she was not able to make me hard, I was definitely giving up on sex for sure. I would be scared to try again."Mm, there it is. A young soft cock. I just love f...

A side note before we begin the story: I would like to send out a special thank you to a special Lush member (who wishes to remain nameless for now) for help in editing this story. I usually do not have a problem editing, but I am not sure of myself when writing from a man's point of view. Yeah, I know, sounds weird since I am a man, but thanks to her help, she made it flow even better. Thanks so much! The Limp Factor: Pa...