“The first two guys I ever went down on were both super small…I can remember being unable to stop laughing when I first saw them. One kept nervously
asking “what’s wrong?” & I had to try so hard to not completely burst
out in laughter.
I was only 16 but my body & mind somehow already knew that penis size
mattered. I’m sure they have both since realized why I couldn’t stop smiling
from embarrassment for them. Bwahaha losers!!!
I dealt with the first one for a little bit before I gave up, & the second was the first time I broke up with a guy because he was
under-developed & undersized. But it would not be the last. I learned. I know better.
I’m a Size Queen now…& forever. First date gets a check, no bullshit: not big enough (8+)? Thanks for the coffee/drink/dinner/movie/whatever. Don’t call me again. Don’t waste my time. Sorry.
Like it or hate it (& I know a lotta guys hate it & I know I sound like a bitch, but I need to be happy, what can I tell you?), I would have let both of ‘em
fuck me if their cocks were big & not tiny like a toddler would have
between his legs. And it’s just that simple.”
I cite this only to say that I wish I had her acumen & “sexual wisdom” (for lack of a better term) at her age. Or even twice her age lol! Wise beyond her years, this one. If she will do me the honor, I am going to try to mentor & mold her with the wisdom I have acquired over the years, & get her to keep a small penis around (& locked up) for all her tasks that will need attending (possibly even to the point of making him her Groom some lucky day), & a big cock around (aka “a real man”) to attend to all her many sexual needs.
We are sure she will find such an arrangement…most satisfactory. ;-)~
She already has the toughest part figured out: men are best suited to different tasks in life based on the nature of their manhood. It’s a secret most never uncover.