Penis Size Doesn’t Matter
I know that some of you guys worry that you don’t match up. You look at the porn sites and see all the big dicks and something inside you just shrivels up. You want a bigger dick.
Listen. You’re fine as you are. Don’t worry.
And especially don’t fall prey to the ads for penis enlargement.
Listen. I’m a girl and I know about this stuff.
I wouldn’t care if your dick was two inches long. It’s not what you’ve got – it’s who you are.
Let me give you an example. One night I met a really lovely guy who made me laugh and I felt drawn to him. But each time I kissed or caressed him he shrunk away from me. Looking back, I know what the problem was. But at the time I didn’t know that he had a really small cock and felt inferior.
I felt so drawn to him that when the club closed I asked him back to my place. We’d been getting on so well that I thought he’d jump at the chance, but he started making excuses. He had to get up early tomorrow, his old mother might have left a message on his answerphone – he clearly didn’t want to come back with me, nor did he want to tell me why.
But I persisted and I almost dragged him back to my flat.
Once inside, I offered him a stiff drink and he accepted. He downed it in one. I offered him another drink and he downed that in one. This guy was far from relaxed. But he was getting pissed.
I offered him another drink and he slugged it back and then poured himself a drink, then another drink, and another. I lost count.
By now he was ready for anything but totally incapable.
He sank down on the sofa and – phut! – he was out like a light.
I know I shouldn’t have done it, but my curiosity got the better of me and I unzipped his fly. I felt around and located the flap on his Y-Fronts and then flipped out his cock. And it was tiny. I mean – REALLY tiny. It was a button mushroom.
Now, I’m a girl with standards. standards of hygiene, that is. So I went and got my wet-wipes and I gave that little sucker a good clean. Then I slipped a condom over it – and let me tell you, it wasn’t easy. But I managed. Then I took his little cock in my mouth and sucked it. And it started to grow. That little button mushroom expanded in my mouth. Before long it was four inches long and then – POW – he came.
I felt so good.
I’m not so sure about what he felt ….
The next morning, really early, he left. He wrote me a note.
“Dear Candyo, Thanks for everything. Sorry I couldn’t stay. Things to do.”
He didn’t even try to see me again. He was so controlled by the size of his prick that he turned his back on me without even asking what I thought.
If he’d known what happened, things could have been different.
Couldn’t they?
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