“What’s your idea of the perfect penis?”
It’s a great question, right? A question I was recently asked in real life, but I answered it much more diplomatically than I’m about to answer here. My IRL answer was something along the lines of: “Oh, you know, size isn’t important. I just like a regular penis, mostly.”
But now I’m about to give you my HONEST answer. I hope you’re sitting comfortably …
In my opinion, Big Love had the most perfect penis. He was my first ever circumcised penis, and I didn’t have a clue what to do with it. We hadn’t gotten acquainted with each other intimately before we had sex — no blowjobs, handjobs, etc. So, in the throes of passion, I was there with this penis I didn’t really know how to … well, work. He could’ve told me he had that situation going on down there. (Is that the kind of thing you talk about before you fuck?!)
Britain, as far as I’m aware, isn’t hot on the old circumcision business. This means I’m used to using foreskin as leverage when playing with a cock. Spit and lubrication and all that too, but foreskin plays a bit part. On Big Love’s other-side-of-the-world penis, however, there was none of that. I quickly learned that lubrication is vital, and lots of it. It took me a while to adapt my technique to suit him and my brand new penis toy, but once I did, I was obsessed with it.
He had the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen in my life. Not too long, not too short, just perfect. And with just the right amount of girth to make me full. I like the sensation of being fucked by a girthy cock, and although I don’t mind slightly bigger than average length, there is such a thing as too big. (For me.) It was pretty too. Neat. Beautiful. Something to marvel at. He’d sit naked on the couch and the tip of it would just hit his belly button, something I’d always as to take a photo of. He let me once. I still have the photo, buried somewhere deep in a folder I never go into.
I genuinely enjoyed having his cock in my mouth. He knew this; he got more blowjobs out of me than any other girl he’s ever dated, ever. He told me. Many times. He spun me the same line that many men tell me at the beginning of our relationships: “No girl has ever made me come from a blowjob,” and just like so many other women before me (and probably after me), I took it as a challenge. One that I easily overcame. The first blowjob, in my huge attic-conversion bedroom, took forever. Forty-five minutes to an hour, something like that. But I got there. I refused to give up. Nope. I wasn’t letting his dick defeat me. I wanted his come in my mouth … and I got it.
Eventually, I managed to get it down to just a couple of minutes with the right circumstances and buildup, and it turned into one of our favourite things to do. I loved his cock in my mouth, and he loved to indulge me.
One of those instances was when we were on the other side of the world – his side – driving through the aftermath of a tornado. It was my first ever tornado and I got so excited about it.
“I want to take some photos. Let’s pretend we’re badass storm chasers!” I begged, and he indulged me. We never quite made it close enough to photograph or video the tornado itself, but I did some shots of the aftermath, trees scattered all over the roads and debris everywhere.
And the excitement didn’t stop there. The rush of adrenaline had me feeling decidedly hot, so I reached over to his side of the car, unpopped the jeans on his jeans, rearranged the seatbelt to make my life easier, and then took the entire length of him down into my mouth. He carried on driving, the road perfectly straight for miles ahead of us, his hands firmly on the wheel and eyes locked on the road in front of him. He was trying so hard to concentrate, I could feel every muscle tensed up. I could see it, too. The veins in his arms were almost popping out with the clenching of his fists around the black leather. It took about four minutes in total, from start to finish, to make him explode into the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down with a constant and steady rhythm, and I used one of my hands to pump his shaft, the other to grab at his balls. It was a winning formula. One that always got me what I wanted. He told me he came so hard he thought he was going to pass out, that time.
Since Big Love, I’ve slept with nine men. Some of them brand new, a few of them recycled exes, all of which I’ve compared to Big Love and his perfect penis. None of them have lived up to his standards. The Lapdog comes close, offering a touch more length and a whole load more girth. I’d say that My Mr. Grey‘s cock was pretty close to actual perfection, too. And we all know how much I enjoy it when he fucks me. Or fingers me. Or whatever … His beautiful cock has piercings in it these days, though. I personally prefer mine without.
The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of‘s cock was massive. Too long for me, and too thin. It actually hurt when he fucked me in more positions than I’m willing to admit to. One Ball‘s cock was amazing to get my hands and mouth around, but he lost his appeal very quickly. Has Big Love ruined all other cocks for me? If he has, I’m going to be angry with him for that. I’ve been lucky in life to have come across some decent dicks, but now I’m on the hunt for something rather specific. Circumcised, preferable, with a gorgeous and smooth, pink tip. Around five or six inches in length, just the right amount of girth so that I struggle to clasp my fingers all the way around it. How hard can it be to find that again … ?
Is penis size really that important anyway? I’ve had really tiny dicks on men that have had no problems making me climax in various ways. I’ve also had massive dicks on men who couldn’t work out where my clitoris was with a headtorch and a map. It’s not overly important for me, but I do definitely have a preference. I like to feel like I’m being fucked by something substantial. I enjoy it when my mouth is so full of dick that I can’t breathe or swallow. I could compromise those things for the right man, though, I think. Or maybe the right man will have exactly those things? Maybe I’ve already found my “soulcock” in Big Love and now I won’t get another one like it? I do hope that’s not the case.
How about you? Have you found your perfect penis? What does it look like? I want to know all about it!