I had an incredible sex with a small penis. Errrr, I mean with a guy who had a small penis.
Erin was making me laugh a lot. With every single word he was saying he was making me feel sensual and sexy.
He had so much charm and so much charisma, he could make me cum with just his penis touching my pussy. When we started kissing, he made sure he put my hand into his pants so that I get an idea of how small he was. Then he looked into my eyes and said, ‘He is not big, but he likes you a lot.’
I took operation “Small” into my hands and jumped on top of him. He was already hard and handsome. It felt like masturbating with my own finger, teasing the “entry” until the “interior” explodes waiting. Even better, his penis was thicker than my finger. He was standing inside of me – straight, like a novice soldier, listening to my every command and ready to serve his duty till the end. We climaxed at the same time. We both realized our sizes don’t make a pretty picture. But, given the chance, I would take his penis the size of a brush and repaint it over and over.
Story # 2
“Women always ask questions about their appearance ‘Am I pretty? Am I fat?’, and men never do” he said watching me dress to leave.
“Jake, if I hear this phrase one more time, I will take a last look at your penis and be honest, ‘Yes, it is small!’ “, I yelled.
It was a very bad sex, because he was a good liar. After realizing that I realized that he was realizing that I will eventually realize that he has a small penis, he decided to pop a question that will make him look even smaller in my eyes, “Do you think he is not big enough?”.
Yes, sex with him was bad. Because of 3 inches of the penis missing? Nope. Because of the fact that before sex, his behaved like a big-ass penis — confident and cocky? Yes!
Did I sleep with him because I thought he had a big penis? Yes!
Because there was nothing else there he put on display.
Story # 3
Right before leaving the dancing club, he grabbed me by the arm, undressed me off my coat without words and asked me to dance.
“You must be very desperate” I told him. He said, ” Nope, but I saved the last dance for you”.
“Lame. Did you just look up qoutations.com? ” I laughed.
He looked like the world has just crushed on him. He let go of my hand, nodded as in “fair well”, looked down and turned around.
“Damn”, I thought, “Why is that every time I try to joke, I come across as a bitch?”
I dropped my coat on the floor and followed him, “Oh, come on, don’t be a baby. Let’s dance”.
He was one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen. Smooth, gentle, knew when to lead and when to let go. We danced, we laughed, we talked. In a few hours I gave him a ride and we ended up in his apartment.
Sex was the last thing on my mind. He was not sex-appealing. He was too shy for me. No confidence at all.
He said, “Thank you for the ride”.
I said “Good bye”.
He said, ” Wait!” and dropped his pants down.
A gorgeous, large and long penis was staring right at me.
I rolled my eyes, “Yes, when you took my coat off in the club, I knew you are a show-off. Put that thing inside your pants!”
He turned red and said, “OK”.
I stormed out the door.
I started my car and drove away talking to myself, “Pffft, really?! Just because you have a long, big penis, it doesn’t mean I’ll drop my panties, too, and sleep with you! That big… thick penis, I mean… anyone would want it, yeah, but who do you think I am?!”.
I made an illegal u-turn, broke into his apartment and found him where I left him, with his penis exposed.
He said, “Hello”.
“You are such a jerk” I said.
I almost orgasmed before he entered inside of me. While taking off my bra and kissing, I was imagining how orgasmic must a big penis feel inside of me.
However, once he slid in, I was afraid he is going to fuck my brains out. Even tho he was taking it easy, I could not help but thinking, “OK, what are the positions in which usually penetration feels less good?”
“Let’s do the missionary.” I whispered.
P.S. How many times have you been asked, “What size would you like your steak to be?” and you said “It doesn’t matter.”?
Or, how many times you bought a shirt thinking size doesn’t matter?
So, don’t ask me if size matters. Ask me what to do if you’re small. But if you’re big or small, or medium…. make sure you still use your bigger head…
You HAVE a penis. We don’t. Be proud of it.