The Perfect Penis – Is Size Important?
A lot of the material for my blog comes to me randomly – conversations at work, conversations with friends, reminiscing and more recently when I am looking at the blogs of others. This happened to me again today and as much as I certainly don’t want to steal the content of others, it definitely got me thinking. Dangerous, I know.
The Perfect Penis – This is a post by the Best Sex Blog and as soon as I saw the headline, not only did I have the urge to read it but my mind automatically flashed back to Big Love. Now I’m not sure if I am allowed to post a picture of a penis on my blog or if I am allowed to use a picture of his penis so I won’t. Instead, I shall talk about it… A Lot. I don’t know if a man can pick their penis out of a line up but in the worst case scenario that someone I know comes across this blog, or worse – him, I wouldn’t want to upset anyone.
Big Love had the perfect penis in my opinion. It was my first circumcised penis and to be totally honest, I hadn’t become acquainted with it before we actually had sex so it all came as a bit of a shock.
Where I come from there isn’t a lot of circumcising so it was all a bit alien to me. When I do the whole ‘foreplay thing’ and I give my man a little bit of hand or mouth love, I use the foreskin as leverage. However, on this particular penis, there was no foreskin so I quickly learned that a lot of spit was necessary. Anyway, I digress.
His cock was the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen in my life. It wasn’t too long and it wasn’t too short, it was simply perfect. It had the right amount of girth to make me feel as if I had a good sized cock inside me, and just the right hint of length to feel it deep within me. The fact that it was circumcised definitely helped – it was neatest, prettiest, most beautiful penis I’d ever seen. When he was sat down, the tip just reached his bellybutton. I couldn’t tell you how long it was because we never measured it (shame!), but to me it was simply perfection. Absolute divine perfection.
There was nothing I enjoyed more than having his cock in my mouth. I’m pretty sure he knows this as he definitely had more blowjobs outta me during our two-year relationship than he’d ever received before in his life. He did the usual tale, “No girl ever made me cum from a blowjob”, but of course, we overcame that. The first one took a bit longer, forty minutes or so, but after that, I’d managed to get it down to as little as two minutes in some instances.
One of those instances was when we were on the other side of the world, driving through the aftermath of a tornado. It was my first ever tornado and we were pretending to be badass storm-chasers, cameras in hand, ready for the action but we never quite got there… As we were driving along, all the excitement had gotten me intensely horny so I reached over, unbuckled his pants and took his length into my mouth. He came the hardest he ever had in his life or so he said. The creamy load that went down the back of my throat definitely backed up his story!
I guess I’m digressing again. Let’s get back to the perfect penis.
Since Big Love I’ve slept with 9 people, some of them new, some of them ‘recycled’ exes. I have compared every one of them to his. There I go with the whole comparing thing again! We all do that though, right?
There was the drunk guy who I couldn’t remember, the other drunk prick who I can’t remember but I do remember his cock not being hard all that much, the friend who I screwed whilst I was playing wing-woman who, again, I couldn’t remember, and the fireman who was so blah it’s not even worth remembering.
I guess The Lapdog has come pretty close to perfect penis status, offering a touch more length than Big Love, but a whole load more grit that at times, was too much for me to take. My Mr. Grey… Well, we all know how much I enjoyed his beautiful cock. And his hands, his tongue, his everything…. He has piercings though, and I prefer mine without. His is fun and all, but a little too “industrial” for my liking.
The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of had a MASSIVE cock! It’s really long but too way too thin.
One Ball – Close to perfection but not circumcised and attached to an emotional fucktard.
Big Love has ruined all penises for me and I’m angry with him for that. I’m now looking for a man who can boast about a cock that is about five or six inches long with a pretty big but not too-big girth, no foreskin and is just smooth and pink and beautiful. I guess I can keep dreaming…
In my life, I have been lucky though. I’ve only come across a couple of tiny penises. Penises that I don’t think I could bring myself to pleasuring even if I wanted to. I’m not a bitch but sometimes, you wonder what a man could have done in a past life to be cursed with such a tiny offering. Size doesn’t matter really but sometimes, it really, really does.
Number 2 – Probably under three inches when erect.
Number 17 –He made me laugh, was pretty hot and had a great smile but his penis was tiny; definitely not bigger than my little finger. I went back a few times though so there must have been something about him that I liked. He never made me cum.
Then there was Number 18 who actually had the smallest penis I ever would have imagined possible. I doubt it even topped an inch and a half when hard. We only had sex the once and I couldn’t feel it at all. How he managed to cum inside me, I don’t know. We couldn’t even use a condom because it was so small. This was stupid of course, but I was young and I’m much more sensible now….. kinda.
So is penis size really that important? I know I couldn’t have sex with a guy that had a tiny penis repeatedly but then, at the same time, a massive cock isn’t the best either – The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of is a perfect example of that. Sex is a very important part of a relationship for me and if I couldn’t feel a connection with his cock, there would be no relationship. I would cheat for sure. I need a cock big enough to hurt my insides when my legs are up on his shoulders and I want one that makes my mouth feel full when I get down on my knees. However, if I met the perfect man who had everything I wanted to offer, would I be able to sacrifice the penis? To be brutally honest, no I don’t think I could. I NEED a good cock. I would even go as far as to say I CRAVE a good cock. I think I found my “soulcock” – Big Love. I’m just worried that there won’t be another one like it….
Applications are being taken 😉
How about you? Have you found your perfect penis? What about the guys, how would you rate yours? Is size really that important….?
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